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 it is not that No, to look at it, to dream of it, and to ”

Duclari and Verbrugge certainly thought this conclusion very strange.

But Max did not notice it, and continued:—

“For so noble were the features that one felt somewhat ashamed to be only a man, and not a spark a beam no, that would be substance a thought Butsuddenly a brother or a father sat down beside these women goodness! I saw one blow her nose!”

“I knew that yon would draw a black stripe across it,” said Tine.

“Is that my fault? I would rather have seen her fall down dead;

“Ought such a girl so far to forget herself?”

“But, Mr. Havelaar,” asked Verbrugge, “suppose she had a bad cold?”

“Well, she ought not to have a bad cold with such a nose”

As if an evil spirit spoke, Tine suddenly sneezed and before she thought of it, she had blown her nose!

“Dear Max! don’t be angry!” said she, with a suppressed laugh.

He did not reply; and however foolish it seems, or is,—yes, he was angry. And what sounds strange too, Tine was glad that he was angry, and that he required to