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The father spoke joyously: 'There she is! That is my brave girl! God grant that she may be in time.

I know what it will mean to her hereafter!' The horse stopped suddenly.
A quick patter of feet along the passage and then Stephen half dressed with a peignoir thrown over her, swept into the room.

With the soft agility of a leopard she threw herself on her knees beside her father and put her arms round him.