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CttA PTER XXXVI.
HO#IEWARD BOUND.
" HERE is the boundary line of my estates, and from the sure..
mit of yon bill glitters the roof of the mansion," said :Borgen-
sticrna, causing the coaches to be stopped, that his pretty wife
and her parents might have a free view of :Roestorp.
"A,. fine property, and excellently located," said the lieutenant-
colonel, joyfully. " I think we had better get out and walk thc
remainder of the journey."
Borgenstierna thought the #valk would be too long and
fittiguing, h#[adame de Dresscn, however, agreed fo ber husband’s
proposition, and Amelia had already sprang noîselessly from the
carriage; supported by the arm of her husband, she walked
along the foot-path that meandered through beautiful changes of
wheat fields and meadows, resplendent with living green.
The new-married couple spoke hot a word, although the]r
hcarts were full to overflowing. They looked lovingly into each
other’s eyes, and in every glance lay the repeàted vow of a
mutual çaithful fulfilment of their duty, and the firm faith that
love and forbearance would accompany them on the path of life.
It was # beautiful evening in #lay; the sun was calmly sink-
ing behind the waves of Lake l=Ijelmar, and his last rays were
glittering through the tree-tops; crowds of well-fed cattle were
lcaving the luxuriant pastures, and thronged the road, looking
with curiosity st the passing strangers. Further beyond stood
the chestnut trees in their holiday drcss, saluting the new-
comers with mysterious whispers; and every breath of air wafted
toward thcm frcsh balmy odours from the alder trees which
#vere just unclosing their buds.
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