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THE SKJUTS-BOY. 161
"Yes, yes, I am well aware of that; but is he alive yet, or is
he dead #"
"We have no more hope for him; but young lffe is tough.
How is Borgenstierna? will he hot be here soon #"
" tins he hOt been here yet ? He bas hot been af home, either
last night or this morn#ng."
"Great God! what do you say ? Untfl three o’clock he watched
here with me, and then I persuaded him fo go away. l#or God’s
sake, dear Dressen, go and look after him !"
The lieutenant-colonel took his bat in silence, but he had no ç
unlocked the door when Borgenstierna entered, tte was pale as
death" his eyes, which were usually deep sunken, had retreated
çarther b##ck in their sockets, and the blue rings around them
gave fo their dark-brown colour a stfll more gloomy expression.
ttis brow was knitted into deep furrows, and his hair hung in
confused locks around his shoulders.
#o question came forth from his lilas , but a look fo the sick-
room expressed if plainly enough,
"I bave been out of the city–in the fields. I knew before-
hand that if would be impossible for me fo remain af home
and rest; for this reason, I preferred to walk out in the fresh air."
l#Iadame de Dressen shook ber head disapprovingly. Withou#
asking any further questions, Borgenstierna, wîth his usual
nonchalance, went into the bedroom.
There, in his bed, little Alfred was lying; Ms eyes were haff
closed, and his breast heaved heavfly. The yellowish gray eye-
lids, the fallen and sharp chin, announced tha# death was loudly
demanding his tender victim. On one side of the bed sat Diana,
faithful fo ber post. On the other Amelia, bending over the
chi]d, who had become so dear fo ber, and who loved ber so
tenderly. Borgenstierna advanced fo the side of the bed, and
grasped his son’s hand.
"If begins to grow cold already," whisl»ered he, looking with
indescribable anxîety at Amelia.
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