The Waif of the "Cynthia" by Jules Verne;André Laurie
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light, he was soon completely absorbed in his reading. He hardly noticed
the successive entrance of two old gentlemen, who were intimate friends of Dr. Schwaryencrona, and who came almost every evening to play a game of whist with him. The first who arrived was Professor Hochstedt, a large man with cold and stately manners, who expressed in polished terms the pleasure which he felt at the doctor's safe return. He was scarcely seated in the arm-chair which had long borne the name of the "professor's seat," when a sharp ring was heard. "It is Bredejord," exclaimed the two friends simultaneously. The door soon opened to admit a thin sprightly little man, who entered like a gust of wind, seized both the doctor's hands, kissed Kajsa on the forehead affectionately, greeted the professor, and cast a glance as keen as that of a mouse around the room. It was the Advocate Bredejord, one of the most illustrious lawyers of Stockholm. "Ha! Who is this?" said he, suddenly, as he beheld Erik. The doctor tried to explain in as few words as possible. "What--a young fisherman, or rather a boy from Bergen--and who reads Gibbon in English?" he asked. For he saw at a glance what the book was which so absorbed the little peasant. "Does that interest you, my boy?" he asked. |
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