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Anna wished to come to her new friend's aid at this embarrassing juncture. "It won't be so long as that, Aaron!" she exclaimed. "Let us reckon it up, my little turtledove," returned the brother. "To-morrow we will tell the parson that our sister Blanka wishes to join our communion.
For seventy-seven days and nights, then, our peach-blossom will be your companion, sister Anna." Anna and Blanka embraced each other with much affection. The latter showed no embarrassment at Aaron's plain speech. "I will add five days to the seventy-seven," said she, with a smile. "How so?" asked the brother and sister.
The beautiful Cyrene threw at her listener a look full of the proud consciousness of her own dangerous charms. Blanka drew back in nameless fear under her gaze. "The other way," proceeded the marchioness, "was to have him assassinated if he refused to give up the forged paper." Blanka pressed her hands to her bosom to keep from crying out.
One day, when Blanka announced her intention of visiting the Colosseum for the purpose of sketching it, Gabriel Zimandy declared that he could not be one of the party, and the two ladies must get along without his escort. He said he was going to the Lateran, in his client's interest, and added that he had just received unwelcome news from Manasseh.
It seemed a long time before he gained the summit, and the young women grew tired of sitting still in one place. Anna, true miner's daughter that she was, spied some scattered bits of carnelian in the rubble near by, and pointed them out to Blanka. Agate and chalcedony were also to be found among the loose stones, and often the three occurred together.
Nothing to do but make everyone joyous and happy everywhere. Yule-tide is the best time of all the year!" "Rida, rida, ranka! The horse's name is Blanka. Little rider, dear and sweet, Now no spurs are on your feet; When you've grown and won them, Childhood's bliss is done then. "Rida, rida, ranka! The horse's name is Blanka.
Manasseh had not much choice of routes in making his way, with his companion, to Transylvania. After leaving Italy, he bent his course first to Deés, as the road thither seemed to offer no obstacles to peaceful travellers. Troops were, indeed, encountered here and there on the way; but they suffered Manasseh and Blanka to pass unmolested.
You might far better be called Rozina, for you have such beautiful rosy cheeks, and I should have been named Blanka. I'll tell you, suppose we exchange names: you call me Blanka, and I'll call you Rozina." The suggestion seemed so funny to Blanka that she burst out laughing, and a woman who laughs is already more than half won over.
The horses can be depended on, and the carriage is Toroczko work and good for the jaunt." There was a halt, and Blanka awoke of her own accord. Manasseh turned to her, chatted with her a moment on the brightness of the stars and the clearness of the sky, then kissed her hand and bade her draw it back again under her furs, else it would get frost-bitten.
"What are you so frightened at?" asked Manasseh, taking the matter lightly and kissing back the roses into the ladies' pale cheeks. Panting and gasping for breath, they could hardly stammer out the cause of their alarm, but managed to explain that a "terrible man" had suddenly come upon them and chased them. Yet neither Blanka nor Anna went on to say of whom this strange figure had reminded her.
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