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Rh heard my father ay, that wine is quite a cordial to the heart.

A thouand thanks, dear tranger. Ah! could I prevail on you to have it ent to my mother, who is upon her death-bed, under the roof of an honet peaant, called Hubert! Take it hence, my kind benefactres, and ave my mother.

But firt aure me that you did not intend to murder my father.

Your father! heaven forbid.—I meant but to preerve her life, who gave me mine.—Murder your father! No, no—I hope not.

And I thought not—Or, if you had murdered any one, you had better have killed the Count; nobody would have mied him.

Who, may I enquire, were thoe gentlemen, whom I hoped to frighten into charity?

Ay, if you only intended to frighten them, the Count was the very peron for your purpoe. But you caught hold of the other gentleman.—And could you hope to intimidate Baron Wildenhaim?

Baron Wildenhaim!—Almighty powers!

What’s the matter?