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"But how do you know me so well?" he asked, fixing his clear eyes upon Marsa Laszlo's face. "Was your father one of my soldiers?" "My father was a Russian," responded Marsa, abruptly, her voice suddenly becoming harsh and cutting. "A Russian?" "Yes, a Russian," she repeated, emphasizing the word with a sort of dull anger.
"But how do you know me so well?" he asked, fixing his clear eyes upon Marsa Laszlo's face. "Was your father one of my soldiers?" "My father was a Russian," responded Marsa, abruptly, her voice suddenly becoming harsh and cutting. "A Russian?" "Yes, a Russian," she repeated, emphasizing the word with a sort of dull anger.
"But how do you know me so well?" he asked, fixing his clear eyes upon Marsa Laszlo's face. "Was your father one of my soldiers?" "My father was a Russian," responded Marsa, abruptly, her voice suddenly becoming harsh and cutting. "A Russian?" "Yes, a Russian," she repeated, emphasizing the word with a sort of dull anger.
Varhely's response must have had great weight in Marsa Laszlo's reflections, full of anguish, fever, revolt and despair as they were, during the few weeks preceding the day upon which she had promised to tell Prince Andras if she would consent to become his wife or not. It was a yes, almost as curt as another refusal, which fell at last from the lips of the Tzigana.
Varhely's response must have had great weight in Marsa Laszlo's reflections, full of anguish, fever, revolt and despair as they were, during the few weeks preceding the day upon which she had promised to tell Prince Andras if she would consent to become his wife or not. It was a yes, almost as curt as another refusal, which fell at last from the lips of the Tzigana.
Varhely's response must have had great weight in Marsa Laszlo's reflections, full of anguish, fever, revolt and despair as they were, during the few weeks preceding the day upon which she had promised to tell Prince Andras if she would consent to become his wife or not. It was a yes, almost as curt as another refusal, which fell at last from the lips of the Tzigana.
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