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Ivar’s sharp ear plainly that she had hOt enjoyed it much. In a
kind manner she continued: "I)o you believe, dear Alfred, that
Ammy had mach pleasure af the ball, when she knew that you
were sick ai home ? No, I thought of you ail the rime."
"You are weeping," said Alfred, aloud, as a tear dropped from
Amelia’s eyes upon his cheek. " You must hot cry, Ammy.
ara hot angry af you, but my breast pains and burns me so, and
I am so thirsty, so horribly thirsty."
The boy pressed himself closer fo ber bosom. Amelia walked
toward the table, and gave him some broth. And drying the
tears in his eyes with ber falling tresses, afterwards 1)laccd them
in their proper position.
The scene lasted until A.lfred, becoming quiet, fell asleep.
Amelia laid him down gently, and afterwa, rd sat down by his
side, with a book in ber hand. Alçhough soothed in mind, Ivar
left his listening position with a high-beating heart.
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