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For weeks that swearing would fill the air in the bog of Lankadomb, where he had made himself at home in the wild creature's unapproachable lair. To Lorand this was all quite bewildering.
"Of course it is true; Melanie herself told me. She told me his name, too Joseph Gyáli." "Ha, ha, ha!" Lorand, smilingly and good-humoredly pinching Czipra's cheek, went on his way. He smiled, but with the poisonous arrow sticking in his heart! Oh, Czipra did herself a bad turn when she mentioned that name before Lorand! Lorand's whole being revolted at what Czipra had told him.
At the end of dinner our noble relations were so gracious as to permit my cousin Melanie to play the piano before us. She was only eight years old as yet, still she could play as beautifully as other girls of nine years. I had very rarely heard a piano; at home mother played sometimes, though she did not much care for it. Lorand merely murdered the scales, which was not at all entertaining for me.
In this place her hand had been in his: in that place she had said of the lost ring "leave it alone:" in that place he had clasped her in his arms! And to-morrow even that would cause no pain! Topándy now joined them. "Do you know what, Lorand?" said the old Manichean cheerily: "I thought I would accompany you this afternoon to Szolnok.
As we left the house of this very kind man, who quite overcame grandmother and us, with his gracious and amiable demeanors, Lorand said: "From this hour I begin to greatly esteem the first professor: he is a noble, straight-forward fellow." I did not understand his meaning that is, I did not wish to understand. Perhaps he wished to slight "my" professor.
"One of us must die; you said so yourself," remarked Gyáli. "Good, I am not afraid of it. Let us draw lots, and then he whom fate chooses, must die." Lorand gazed moodily before him, as if he were regarding things happening miles away. "I understand your hesitation: there are others whom you would spare. Well, let us fix a definite time for dying.
I take care of Lorand? the child of the young man? the weak of the strong? the later born guide the elder. The whole journey long this idea distracted me, and I could not explain it to myself. Of the impressions of the journey I retain no very clear recollections: I think I slept very much in the carriage.
Every second day, punctually at seven o'clock in the evening, Lorand would come to me, give me the matter to be copied, 'matter written, as I recognized, in his own hand writing, and next day in the morning would come for the manuscript. I wrote by night, when Henrik was already asleep: but, had he been awake, he could not have known what I was writing, for it was in Magyar.
"Well, the broken window must be mended with something to prevent the draught coming in; it is in mother's bedroom. You can sleep on peacefully." Then he placed his hand on my head, and that hand was like ice. "Is it cold outside, Lorand?" "No." "Then why does your hand tremble so?" "True; it is very cold. Sleep on, little Desi."
Public talk connected her departure with the disappearance of a young man, who lived with us, and who, on account of some political crime, was obliged to fly the same evening." "His name?" inquired Lorand. "Lorand Áronffy, a distant relation of ours. He was considered very handsome." "And since then you have heard no news of your mother?" "Never a word.
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