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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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SKETCHES. 315

various subjects of conversation, and still not find place for
the word love. 5

In No. 18 somebody was continually yawning and ring-
ing the bell, seeming desirous of coming in contact with
the other inmates of the hotel, but these (as it often happens
in similar cases) did not seem inclined to come in contact
with him. Still he made the landlady’s seven chamber-
maids chase each other up and down the stairs.

In No. 20,a small and dismal room, a mother was sitting
beside her child’s sick-bed. The landlady entered to speak
with her about her new arrivals, and to give the pale,
poorly dressed stranger a hint to continue her journey with
as little delay as possible.

Her eye lighted upon the child, whose sleep was dis-
turbed by frequently returning cramp-attacks, and she
exclaimed: “Lor! what is the matter with the brat? It
won’t live till to-morrow, I can tell you!” The poor mother
bent over her child with kisses and tears. The landlady
went on: “If you were to put a blister upon its head; or
gave it some ‘Hoffman’s Drops;’ or put itin a bath, —
or if we could make it. swallow some camomile-tea — but
what at all events is certain, is, that it won’t live over the
night; but, if you could afford it, you might buy a bottle
of French wine.” ....

The stranger interrupted her, by asking how far it was
to Werna, where the Ladies L were living, and whether
a messenger could be found at once, to send on to them ?

“ About thirteen miles,” was the answer, “and a messen-
ger you can certainly get; but my dear little lady, if you
believe that you can get any assistance from the “ Ladies at
Werna,” you are mightily mistaken. They are proud and
hard-hearted people.” ~ >

“That is not true,” interrupted the stranger with vehe-
mence.

“ Not true!” rejoined the landlady, much offended.
“ Whether it is true or not, I ought to know best, who have

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