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AN AMERICAN COUNT.
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as tall as Ealph. Sometimes he almost reminds me of Ealph. Poor fellow ! He was in a dreadful state of mind when I broke the engagement. He hasn't been near the house since, and I haven't had the heart to laugh for a week. I'm just dying to see you. A few days more and I shall be on the way — and the Count with me. I do hope I'll be happy. Being a Countess is a dreadful responsibility, but I daresay I shall get used to it. Believe me, always your loving and grateful, Clara."
"Will Mademoiselle — the joy of my heart — my bride so beautiful — come now? Ah, it eez such honour for me, such bleez — such rapture* — that Mademoiselle bestows upon me her hand. Permit me that I give myself ze pleasaire of placing ze gift of ze great House of de Barbes upon eets future mistress."
The bridegroom had come for his bride. The future countess bent her lovely head that the dainty necklace might be fastened around her throat.
The bridesmaids, with their bunches of roses held with military precision, crowded forward. The matron of honor, with her picture hat and willow plumes, pressed as near as the brim of it would permit. In the general stir Clara could not notice that the necklace boasted of but one jem and that it was set in the back of a locket. Neither did she notice the quick look of understanding which passed between the young men, class mates of Ralph's, who, in view of the Count's lack of American acquaintances, Colonel Blakeman had asked to attend him at the marriage.
The Colonel, in a great state of excitement, was everywhere, anxious that everything should be perfect, that nothing should be forgotten and, what puzzled Clara more than anything else, greatly concerned lest there be any delay and the minister be kept waiting.
"Come, Count, come," he called; "keep the fine speeches until after the wedding. My motto is never to delay.
I AM ZE COUNT \"