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(1852) [MARC] Author: Emilie Flygare-Carlén Translator: Alex L. Krause
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CHAPTER XV.
TItE FISt!I#G t’ARTY,
#VnE# the par#y h#d arrived nearly to thc end of thcir walk,
they suddenly heard a loud scrca#ning voicc bchind them, cntrc#t-
ing them fo wait; and shortly afterward appeared one of those
l#rivfleged old maids who may tr#vcl throughout the wholc world
#without running any risk of losh#g their good reputation, hl:adc-
moiselle Nyquist was from the capital; and the clements of life in
ber whole existence consisted of thrce favouritc sins : to tell tales,
fo talk politics, m#d to slander the reputation of othera XVith
these faculties were united an extensive acquaintance with men
and things, which she did hot extend to ber own large circle of
acquaintances alone, but also fo an immense mass of other pcople.
She was acquainted with everybody’s affArs most minutely, and
as she was wealthy, and gave free coffce parties every weck, she
was sure fo be a wclcome guest wherever she visitcd.
h#:ademoiselle Nyquist noyer thought that she was an incum-
brance fo any one: she was, therefore, hot bashful in the least,
and intruded her prescnce in M1 places wherc she thought therc
was an opportunity to pick up some gossip. For these reasons, shc
approached the company this rime. lier brown silk cloak flew
like a huge sail in the air; with one hand she grasped ber hood,
which threatened fo blow off eve W moment, wlfile ber veil
dragged along behind ber like a wcathcrcock. She nodded fo
left and right, like an old acquaîntance; and half out of breath,
exclaimed, when yet at some distance, " #Beg your pardon for
dctaining you, gentlefolks; but I ,cas just about paying a visir
fo my dear little #ladame Wir6n! Yes, I am ashamed that I
did hot do my duty bcfore # but onc’s tirae is so horribly occupied.

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