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"I know nothing of the Frenchmen, and less of the Jews," the colonel said,
               taking the list; "but I ought to know some of the Scotchmen. They will hail

               from Dundee and Glasgow, and, it may be, Dumfries."



               He ran his eye down the list.


                "Aha! Here is one, and we need go no further. Allan Ramsay; we were lads

               together at the High School of Glasgow, and were classmates at the
               College. His father was a member of the city council, and was one of the

               leading traders in the city. Allan was a wild lad, as I was myself, and many
               a scrape did we get into together, and had many a skirmish with the watch.
               Allan had two or three half brothers, men from ten to twenty years older

               than himself, and, a year or two after I came out to Sweden and entered the
               army as an ensign, who should I meet in the streets of Gottenburg, but

               Allan Ramsay.


                "We were delighted to see each other, and he stopped with me nearly a

               week. He had, after leaving the College, gone into his father's business, but
               when the old man died he could not get on with his half brothers, who were

               dour men, and had little patience with Allan's restlessness and love of
               pleasure. So, after a final quarrel, they had given him so much money for
               his share of the business, and a letter of introduction to a trader in Poland,

               who had written to them saying that he wanted a partner with some capital;
               and Allan was willing enough to try the life in a strange country, for he was

               a shrewd fellow, with all his love of fun.


                "Five years afterwards, he came through Gottenburg again. I did not see

               him, for my regiment was at Stockholm at the time, but he wrote me a letter
                saying that he had been in Scotland to marry and bring back one Janet

               Black, the daughter of a mercer, whom I remember well enough as an old
               flame of his.



                "He reported that he was doing well, and that the Poles were not bad
               fellows to live among, though less punctual in their payments than might be

               wished. He said he did not suppose that, as a Swedish officer, I should ever
               be in Poland, unless Sweden produced another Gustavus Adolphus; but if I
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