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288 THE SKJUTS-BOY.
"Ah! pap##, the gucsts are coming!" cxclaimed Amelia,
anxiously, and #-ith a suppliant mien the lovely being advanced
toward hcr father. "Papa! dcar, kind papa! allow me to go
down #md reccivc thcir congratul#tions. Good God! I hear
]Hina’s voice."
"Remain here, girl! tall# no more about #ongratulations!"
replied the lieutenant-colonel, harshly. The sight of Amelia, to
whom he had hot before, paid much attention, again raised his
ire. "Stay here! I will go down myself."
Thus saying, his eycs glittered with venom and bile; so much
so, that Amelia thought it best to retire.
#_t this moment Borgenstierna advanced fo the lieutenant-
colonel, and drew him, hot without difficulty, into a window-
niche.
"Allow me fo speak my opinion," he commenced, in an im-
portant tone, "if amounts to this; if wi]l be better for your
honour, hlr. de Dressen, fo avoid all excitcment, and hot fo show
the least surprise af that which you should bave known before.
You are held in so much estecm throughout the ncighbourhood,
that your word is valued as highly as thc gospel. A gentl.eman
who entertains liberal ideas is honoured by all ; m#d the guests
whom we expect fo day will be surprised ai your new views,
which you assume at least, for the sake of appearance. By doing
so, you will show that you are exempt ri’oto prejudice, and are
independent in your actions."
"May the hangman take if! I " Here the noise caused by the approaching guests increased.
Madame de Dressen wrung her hands with anxiety, for she did
hot know what to do–she did hot know whether fo mcet the
company af the thrcshold or hot.
"Papa! I ara dying with shame," stammered Amelia, grasping
the knob of the hall-door. ":Papa! dear papa! do you wish the
children in the #treet fo sing about this weddîng#"
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