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 “Come father, let’s be on our way. There’s our house yonder and here come our guests.”

Having said this, the amazing girl took her stupefied father by the arm and led him down the hill.

Maxim stood rivetted upon the spot for a long time enchanted in his happiness. And when at last he came to himself, he fell upon his face before the last pale rays of the sun and prayed fervently, as had his ancestors for ages past, and as did his father secretly now. Then he arose and quietly wended his way homeward.