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H threw his accomplice a few pieces of silver, and when the last named performer in this little scene had vanished, our huntsman fatigued by his arduous exertions cast himself upon a moss-covered bank and was soon continuing the dream which had been so unpleasantly interrupted by his sweet Ulgenie. "In the woods, near the sea I have lived Many a day!
After dining upon Gottlieb's partridge which had done much to smoothe her ruffled temper, Mrs. Ulrica was thus insinuatingly addressed by her husband: "Have you any errands for me to perform at the parsonage, dear Ulgenie? I wish to ride down there to talk over the parish matters with the parson." "That's right, dear Fabian. Take Gottlieb along with you.
"Even if you are, my dear, there is no harm in my saying that if I should discover the slightest cause which would arouse my suspicion I would scratch out your eyes!" "Sweet Ulgenie!" Ulgenie, a word which the reader will observe, is compounded from the words Ulrica and Eugenie, was one of those contorted terms of endearment, which Mrs.
On this occasion the husband considered the first expression sufficiently affectionate, and in all probability many tender recollections were associated with those three syllables, for no sooner had he uttered the name "Ulgenie," than she cast her eyes downward with an unusual gentle expression, and in a changed tone of voice, she whispered:
"Will you permit me to give you a little advice?" said Mr. Fabian. "Why not, Fabian, you are my husband, and as such you have the right to do so." "Then I would say, drop the subject where it stands." "Are you not fearful! Do you not shudder at the possibility of an unpleasant event?" "O, my dearest Ulgenie, can I for a moment doubt your strength of soul, your virtue?"
Fabian H was awakened by his affectionate wife, who informed him that it was time for him to prepare himself for his hunting expedition. Sleepy, and unwilling to leave his cozy bed, for the sake of enjoying the damp morning air, Mr. Fabian addressed his spouse with all the tenderness which his state of mind would permit: "Dear Ulgenie, you "
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