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(1852) [MARC] Author: Emilie Flygare-Carlén Translator: Alex L. Krause
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162 THE SKJUTS-BOYo
She had hot an answer fo h]s grief; but a tear, #vhich fell
upon Alfred’s forehead, told the sorrowing father that he had
met with a hear# #vhich understood him. But this was hot
certainly able
had fostered and nurscd his child with infinite tenderness, and
raised it to his heart, and the love of the child caused life to
appear less gloomy to him#and now this last link was also fo be
torn asunder.
While Borgenstierna was thus engulfed in his misery, Diana
scratched at his foot. :He bent down, and, patting the animal’s
back, said, in a low tone,
"And you also, poor dear Diana, will soon leave me. Alto-
gerber alone wil] I stand here, entreating for compassion and
assistance from strangers."
« O ! do not call us strangers," begged Amelia, #n a soi#, almost
reproachful voice. "Little Alfred never considered either my
mother or myself as a stranger."
" Ammy! dear Ammy!" murmured Alfred, " I want a
drink."
She complied with his request, and could not af the same rime
refrain from asking him,
" Do you love your Ammy, dear _Alfred ?"
" Yes, much–very much."
Borgenstierna bowed down deeper over his child, asking,
" Y our father also #"
Af these words his voice trembled–the man became soft as a
child.
" Yes, I love you also, papa. My dear papa, and my dear
Ammy, who tells me sueh beautiful stories of the dear angels in
heaven above."
A tear ch’opped from Ivar’s eye, as he sat there immovable.
Amelia left the room.
Slowly the day dragged by. The assessor came three times
fo persuade Borgenstierna to leave the place with hîm–but ail

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