It was a look of
receiving an idea both new, comical, and flattering, but by no means
the look of a father who would resent the indignity of attentions to
his daughter from a man whose rank formed an insuperable barrier to
marriage.
The effect was a new, urgent, and most piteous entreaty, that he
would find means of sending her home. It brought upon her the
hearing put into words what her own feelings had long shrunk from
confessing to herself.
"Ah! Why, what now? What, is the young Baron after thee? Ha! ha!
petticoats are few enough up here, but he must have been ill off ere
he took to a little ghost like thee! I saw he was moping and
doleful, but I thought it was all for his sister."
"And so it is, father."
"Tell me that, when he watches every turn of that dark eye of thine--
the only good thing thou took'st of mine! Thou art a witch, Stina."
"Hush, oh hush, for pity's sake, father, and let me go home!"
"What, thou likest him not? Thy mind is all for the mincing
goldsmith opposite, as I ever told thee."
"My mind is--is to return to my uncle and aunt the true-hearted
maiden they parted with," said Christina, with clasped hands.
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