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 Suddenly the old lady pressed Lucy’s hand. Two rude towers, whose gilded cupolas sparkled like two stars, appeared on the horizon.

“We are at home now,” she whispered.

There came a flash like lightning in Jiří’s eye, then he yawned again until the tears came to his eyes.

The horses began to trot faster, without being urged on by words or whip strokes, as if they felt the goal of their journey to be near.