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ing up,” Matthew urged. “Come quickly, you can see it every day. Just think! It was only born to-day.”
The carriage had just driven into the court and Matthew was there the moment the horses stopped. The Director was there, too; not to lose any time and yet not be tardy, he had put a watcher at the door to let him know when the carriage was approaching. The Director was very polite and lifted his cousin out of the carriage, greeting her heartily. Then he helped Miss Grideelen to dismount, thanking her warmly for coming. He told her how glad he was that she had been willing to follow his cousin into this solitude, for otherwise it would have worried him to leave her alone so long. He appreciated their great sacrifice in coming and he hoped that his trip, which was very urgent, would not keep him away too long.
“Where is your daughter, Frederick?” asked Miss Dorner now.
The Director glanced about.
“I saw her just a moment ago. Where are you, Cornelli?” he called towards the house.
“Here I am!” It sounded from very near,
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