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And then the judge told her joyfully that he was Marcellus Blair and her grandfather, and—well, it was all so wonderful that Lisbeth simply sat speechless, and clasped her hands very tightly, and wondered if she were dreaming,

“And I have a letter from my father to you, sir,” explained Marcella, shyly. “He tried to find you after mother’s death. But you were abroad, and then—he died—and after that I did not know what to do.”

“Why did n’t you bunt me up?” demanded the judge. “Why did n’t you hunt me up?”