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Book, page 131 / 161 trembled. The words, "You will speak to my father," were on the young lady's tongue. But she checked herself, and remained silent. It would not do to make that reference of the subject. Then came a gentle pressure of hair upon her cheek, and a gentle pressure from the gloved hand in which her own was resting. "My dear young lady, am I understood?" Arabella answered, delicately, by returning the gentle pressure of her hand, and leaning perceptibly nearer the Count De Courci. "I am the happiest of men!" said the count, enthusiastically. "And I the happiest of women," responded Arabella, not audibly, but in spirit. "Your father?" said De Courci. "Shall I see him?" "It will not be well yet," replied the maiden, evincing a good deal of confusion. "My father is"-- "Is what?" asked the nobleman, slightly elevating his person. "Is a man of some peculiar notions. Is, in fact, too rigidly American. He does not like"-- Arabella hesitated. "Doesn't like foreigners. Ah! I comprehend," and the count shrugged his shoulders and looked dignified; that is, as dignified as a man whose face is covered with hair can look. "I am sorry to say that he has unfounded prejudices against every thing not vulgarly American." "He will not consent, then?" "I fear not, Mr. De Courci." "Hum-m. Ah!" and the count thought for some moments. "Will not
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