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man nobility in America had been rather wide 

 than remunerative. 



The "Herr zu" had waited in the hall, and 

 was standing under the full light of the lamp. 

 He was very tall, very slight, and very young, 

 apparently not more than twenty, modestly 

 dressed, and quiet in his manner. He was not 

 strikingly handsome, though very well looking. 

 His hands were the most perfect I ever saw, 

 and the ungloved one showed careful attention. 

 There was no defect noticeable in his front 

 teeth. He bowed slightly and handed me a let- 

 ter. It was from Voisin, my former adjutant, 

 but it was not exactly a letter of introduction. 

 At least, it was less cordial than Voisin's letters 

 of introduction were wont to be. Yet it was 

 kind. Without commending the Count as a 

 bosom friend, he still said he was much inter- 

 ested in him, had reason to believe in him, was 

 sorry for him, had given him material aid, and 

 was very desirous that he should pull through 

 some pecuniary troubles, which he could do only 

 by enlisting in the Regular Army, and receiving 



