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But our liddle Korona is so agscited, so imbatient for her well-beloved England." He pronounced "England" as we write it.
"So!" he proclaimed, halting before a door and throwing it open.
Within, on a cheap wooden travelling-trunk, sat a stout woman and a child.

The child wore black weeds, and had--as Nurse Branscome noted at first glance--remarkably beautiful eyes.

Her right hand lay imprisoned between the two palms of the stout woman, who, looking up, continued to pat the back of it softly.
"A friendt--for our Mees Korona!" "Whad did I not tell you ?" said the stout woman to the child, cooing the words exultantly, as she arose to meet the visitor.
The two women looked in each other's eyes, and each divined that the other was good.
"Good afternoon," said Nurse Branscome.

"I am sorry to be late." "But it is we who are early.