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Buoyed with this hope in the sad hour of parting , they were happy and joyful . Marie accompanied him to the door -- still hand in hand . `` Presume not to go a step farther , '' commanded her mother , and Marie , obedient to her wishes , remained near the door , bowed to Moritz , and never ceased to regard him , with love beaming in her eyes , until the door closed . Outside stood old Trude , to tell him that she would be at the baker 's at seven o'clock every morning , and wait for his commissions , `` and may be I shall have something to bring you , '' she said . `` So do come ! '' `` I will , my good Trude ; you are the only person who is friendly to us . Watch over my angel , console her with your affection , and when they are too hard upon her , come to me . ''