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"Jolanka!" exclaimed the stranger passionately. She started at the well-known voice, and, uttering a cry of joy, rushed to the window. "Oh, Imre!" she murmured, "are you come at last!" "Can I not enter? can I not speak with you?" The young girl hastened to unbar the door, which was locked on the inside, and as Imre entered she threw herself into his arms, while he pressed her fondly to his heart.
They were those of Imre and Jolanka, but his features did not betray the slightest emotion. "You will know them probably," continued Lupey. "The young magnate, who escaped us at the pass, came for the girl in your absence, and at the same time stole your money, and, what is more, we found your paszura upon him also." "Who killed them?" asked the Decurio, in his usual calm voice.
"I shall not require you you may remain at home," said Imre, as, taking the bridle of one of the horses, vaulting lightly into the saddle, he pressed his csako over his brow and galloped from the castle. As he rode under the cross, he checked his horse and looked back. Was it of his grandmother's words, or of the golden-haired Jolanka that he thought? A white handkerchief waved from the window.
"Take his hand," said Jolanka, in her low, sweet accents; and then turning to Imre, "He saved your life he saved us both, and he will rescue our family, too." Imre looked at her in astonishment. The Decurio seized his arms and drew him aside.
"My husband was just such a handsome youth when I lost him," sighed the widow lady as she embraced her nephew. "God bless you!" The little cripple threw his arms around his cousin's knees and, sobbing, entreated him not to stay long away. The last who bade farewell was Jolanka.
Go to Turkey; I will give you letters by which you may pass in security through Wallachia and Moldavia; and here is a purse of gold do not scruple to accept it, for it is your own, it belonged to THEM. Promise me, for her sake," he continued earnestly, pointing to Jolanka, "that you will not go to Hungary." Imre hesitated.
As soon as they were out of sight, he suddenly turned to the left, down a steep, hilly path, and struck into the depth of the forest. The morning sun had just shot its first beams across the hills, tinting with golden hue the reddening autumn leaves, when the young hussar began to move in his fevered dreams, and murmured the name "Jolanka." In a few moments he opened his eyes.
As soon as they were out of sight, he suddenly turned to the left, down a steep, hilly path, and struck into the depth of the forest. The morning sun had just shot its first beams across the hills, tinting with golden hue the reddening autumn leaves, when the young hussar began to move in his fevered dreams, and murmured the name "Jolanka." In a few moments he opened his eyes.
Promise me, for her sake," he continued earnestly, pointing to Jolanka, "that you will not go to Hungary." Imre hesitated. "I cannot promise what I am not sure I shall fulfill; but I shall remember your advice." Numa took the hands of the two lovers, and, gazing long and earnestly on their faces, he said, in a voice of deep feeling, "You love one another?" They pressed his hand in silence.
Jolanka felt that Imre was more than a brother to her, and the feeling with which she had learnt to return his affection was warmer than even a sister's love. The widow lady and the cripple were also in the grandmother's apartment; the child sat on a stool at the old lady's feet, and smiled sadly as the young man entered. "Why that sword at your side, Imre?" asked the old lady in a feeble voice.
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