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CHAPTER XVIII.
A HORRIBLE SUICIDE.
IT was a sultry forenoon. The bathers hurried home from the
inclosed bathing-houses, dripping with perspiration from the
oppressive heat, fo inhale, as they sas on their comfortable sofas,
the sea-air, which ever and anon sent its refreshing breeze through
the open windows.
Mademoiselle Nyquist alone had sufficient patience and en-
durance fo pay all her acquaintances her due morning visits.
But she was also totally exhausted when she panted up the long
stairs of the tall yellow bouse near the City Hall, where the
Countess P––- resided. We will accompany her thither to hear
something concerning the news of the day.
Mademoiselle Nyquist was conducted by a servant into a
saloon, which would bave been an ornament to many a residence
in the capital, and was received at the door of the second parlour
by a little pug dog, who represented, for the time being, the old
lady in waiting, whose duty if was fo receive the visitors of the
countess, when the latter was hot af home. As an old acquaint-
ance Mademoiselle Nyquist stepped up fo the third parlour,
where she found her grace, reposing on a pile of several hair
cushions.
After the customary stalle of welcome,.and the usual inter-
change of salutations, the countess put tlae old question to ber
visitor:
"Well, what’s the news, dear Mademoiselle Nyquist? I
ara obliged fo lie here, and therefore rime rolls by very
heavily."
Mademoiselle, taklng a seat, to regain her breath, took a pinch
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