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ush of feeling on his pale cheek, and answered eagerly,-- "Ah, you are kind; it is balm to my sore heart to hear words like these. I thank you, and tell you what you will. It is but little that I do, yet I give my life, and die a long death, instead of a quick, brave one with my comrades." "You are young to have borne a part in a revolution, sir," said the major, who pricked up his ears like an old war-horse at the sound of battle. "My friends and myself left the University at Varsovie, as volunteers; we did our part, and now all lie in their graves but three." "You were wounded, it seems?" "Many times. Exposure, privation, and sorrow will finish what the Russian bullets began. But it is well. I have no wish to see my country enslaved, and I can no longer help her." "Let us hope that a happier future waits for you both. Poland loves liberty too well, and has suffered too much for it, to be kept long in captivity." Helen spoke warmly, and the young man listened with a brightening face. "It is a kind prophecy; I accept it, and take courage. God knows I need it," he added, low to himself. "Are you bound for Italy?" said the major, in a most un-English fit of curiosity. "For Geneva first, Italy later, unless Montreaux is mild enough for me to winter in. I go to satisfy my friends, but doubt if it avails." "Where is Montreaux?" asked Amy. "Near Clarens, where Rousseau wrote his Heloise, and Vevay, where so many English go to enjoy Chillon. The climate is divine for unfortunates like myself, and life more cheap there than in Italy." Here the train stopped again, and Hoffman came to ask if the ladies desired anything. At the sound of his voice the young Pole started, looked up, and exclaimed, with the vivacity of a foreigner, in German,-- "By my life, it is Karl! Behold me, old friend, and satisfy me that it is thyself by a handshake." "Casimer! What wind blows thee hither, my boy, in such sad plight?" replied Hoffman, grasping the slender hand outstretched to him. "I fly from an enemy for the first time in my life, and, like all cowards, shall be conquered in the end. I wrote thee I was better, but the wound in the breast reopened, and nothing but a miracle will save me. I go to Switzerland; and thou?" "Where my master commands. I serve this gentleman, now." "Hard changes for both, but with health thou art king of circumstances, while I?--Ah well, the good God knows best. Karl, go
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