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But Zbyszko could truly answer her that he had not seen many as pretty as she, because Jagienka was beaming with health, youth and strength. The old abbot used to say that she looked like a pine tree. Everything was beautiful in her; a slender figure, a broad bosom that looked as if it were cut out of marble, a red mouth, and intelligent blue eyes.

"I have sworn; although I am a prisoner from Boleslawiec and a poor boy, still I am a wlodyczka." Zbyszko became angry: "Go away! What; are you going to serve me against my will? Go away, before I order my servants to bend their crossbows." But the Czech quietly untied a broadcloth mantle, lined with wolf-skins, handed it to Zbyszko and said: "Panna Jagienka sent you this, also, sir."

But Jagienka being afraid that Zych would say too much, swiftly approached Zbyszko, and began to inquire: "When are you going? To-morrow?" "To-morrow after sunset." "And to which barcie?" "To ours in Bogdaniec, not far from your boundaries, near the marshes of Radzikow. They tell me it is very easy to get a bear there." Zbyszko went for the bear as be proposed, because Macko became worse.

Here he looked into Zbyszko's eyes and asked: "Do you not regret Jagienka?" "May God give her health and the best of everything!" answered Zbyszko. Macko waited patiently for several days, hoping to receive some news from Zgorzelice, or to hear that the abbot's anger had been appeased; finally he became impatient and determined to go personally to see Zych.

Overwhelmed with these thoughts, he proceeded quickly to the dwelling of the weaver, to inform Jagienka of the abbot's death. He was determined not to break the news to her suddenly, as it might greatly endanger her health.

For these reasons, and fully believing that Danusia was lost, he often thought that in case of the abbot's demise, he would not send Jagienka to any other place; but as he was greedy to acquire landed property, he was therefore concerned about the property of the abbot.

"I saw how difficult it was for him to go away. When it was decided that he must go, I asked him: 'Do you not regret Jagienka? and he said: 'May God give her health and the best of everything. Then immediately he began to sigh." "I am sure that it is not true!" said Jagienka, softly; "but tell me again." "As God is dear to me, it is true!

There was suspense for a moment, because they expected some sign from him ordering them to talk: but he sat motionless, pale, and peaceful; his mouth, a little opened, had the real appearance of one who is plunged in the everlasting sleep of death. Jagienka finally announced that Hlawa was there, and gently enquired: "Do you wish to hear him?"

"Jurand is riding, riding, upon a chestnut-colored horse," when Jagienka entered and said: "The Lord Jesus be praised!" "Forever and ever," replied Father Kaleb. Jurand sat in an armchair, with his elbows upon the arms, but when he heard her voice he immediately turned toward her, and began to greet her, nodding his milk white head.

Jagienka with Sieciechowa, who were attracted by the armed crowd in the courtyard, came to learn what was the matter. Jagienka, who was more daring and sure of herself than her companion, approached Jurand. "God help you, Knight Jurand," she said. "We are those who brought you here from Prussia." His face brightened at the sound of her young voice.