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 “Where is Jiří?”

“He will probably stay here.”

“Come, child!”

When they had passed the narrow path and seated themselves in the coach, Lucy threw her head in the aunt’s lap, and sobbed out as loudly and pitifully, as if she wished to unburden all the bitterness of the day, all the bitterness of her life