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 we came to a little station. I entered the waiting-room. On the table was the tea-urn boiling and there was a good supply of refreshments, with an old woman sitting by and the landlady appeared to be treating her with some tea. She was short, very clean, cheerful and talkative, continually speaking to the landlady about her business.

“Well,” she said, “I have gathered all my things together, sold my house, and have driven over to see my darling daughter. How glad she will be! She will scold me a little certainly, will be angry, I know it, but however she will be very glad…. She wrote to me but told me not to come to see her in any case…. Well, but never mind!”

Here I felt as if someone pushed my left side. I went out into the kitchen. “Who is that lady?” I asked the servant.

“She is the mother of that girl whom you drove away, not long ago.”

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