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#rHE #KJUTS-BOY. 135
ladies, may the Lord l#reserve us from such gcese, one can easily
see that they bave hot before left their native village during
their whole life. The countess was so condescending, however,
as to allow me fo let them hope that she would invite them fo
ber house. Speaking confidentially–I bave given a good word
for them, for if is so sweet fo be enabled to assist one’s neigh-
bour, and especially in our rime, when money rules alone. :But,
by-the-by, speakin’g of the rimes–in a political relation, I
shall r "
"Beg your pardon, dear lady, there goes the doctor, I must
talk with him, you will excuse me"Mand before Mademoiselle
:#yquist was able fo imprint ber hard, bony fingers deeper into
W irén’s arm, he had disappeared.
"l#Ir. Assessor! h[r. Assessor ! #ait one moment only; tell
me ai least whet.her you #vill bave, to-day, the continuatioa of
the article. Lord! what a coarse–m#nnered man. I was just
about offering my services fo him, fo present him and his #vife of
stoae af the countess’s! but now they may wait a long thne."
la Borgenstierna’s priv#te al#artment little Alfred was lying
#nder the influence of a burning fever- he complained of a pain
in the he#d and in the breast. The father sat silently af the
head of his soa’s bed, holding in his hand the little one of his
boy. Dark visions of the future pressed heavily #poa Ivar’s
breasç, and hls gloomy gaze was directed, when the fluttering
curtains permitted him fo do so, upon that blue arch from which
the sun cast ifs rays equally upon joy and misery.
"Do you #ish for anything, my soa#" With these words
Ivar bowed over the face of the#boy.
"Yes, I want my l#laythings #vhich Ammy cut out for me
yesterday."
"I will cut out just as fine horses for you."
"1#o, no, horses I bave enough. I want little ships and card-
bouses as Ammy makes theoE"
Borgenstierna took a sheet of paper from his portfolio, and
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