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 tion.” And she kissed her, and smoothed the hair over her temples.

“Yes, this way,” was heard the janitor’s voice behind the door. Some one entered Lucy’s blood curdled in her veins,—her father! He looked around,—joy sparkled in his dim eyes,—they rested upon Lucy. Then he bowed to the aunt:

“Pardon me, lady. A sacred right brings me here, a father’s right to his daughter!” and he pointed theatrically at Lucy. “Yes, my child”

Just then the door slammed behind him, and Jiří, with burning face, flew into the room. The two women breathed sighs of relief.

“You wished?” Jiří asked him with a trembling voice, as he recognized him.

“I am the father of this girl, and you, sir, are that bold man who have dared to snatch her out of my care”

“Care?” Jiří cried in rage.