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　‘“The fair daughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen,” saidKoeldwethout, condescending to explain. “We will demand her in marriage of her father, ere the sun goes down tomorrow. If herefuse our suit, we will cut off his nose.”
　　‘A hoarse murmur arose from the company; every mantouched, first the hilt of his sword, and then the tip of his nose,with appalling significance.
　　‘What a pleasant thing filial piety is to contemplate! If thedaughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen had pleaded apreoccupied heart, or fallen at her father’s feet and corned them insalt tears, or only fainted away, and complimented the oldgentleman in frantic ejaculations,tods outlet, the odds are a hundred to onebut Swillenhausen Castle would have been turned out at window,tods moccasin,or rather the baron turned out at window, and the castledemolished. The damsel held her peace, however, when an earlymessenger bore the request of Von Koeldwethout next morning,and modestly retired to her chamber, from the casement of whichshe watched the coming of the suitor and his retinue. She was nosooner assured that the horseman with the large moustachios washer proffered husband, than she hastened to her father’s presence,and expressed her readiness to sacrifice herself to secure hispeace. The venerable baron caught his child to his arms,tod's outlet, and sheda wink of joy.