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Have I not a right to drive that man from every place, where he dares to appear in the light of the sun, until I compel him to walk abroad at night when men do not see him, among strangers who do not know him; to destroy him morally with just as little mercy as he displayed towards Lorand? Would that be a crime?" "Great Heavens! Something has happened to Mr.
Lorand answered defiantly, "Write that Lorand is dead." At his answer the blood boiled within me. I seized my brother's hands and cried to him: "Lorand, till now the fathers were suicides in our family: do you wish that the mothers should continue the list?" It was a pitiless remark of mine, I knew. Lorand commenced to shiver, I felt it. He stood up before me and became so pale.
The anecdotes at times reached the utmost pitch of obscenity and at such times I was displeased to hear Lorand laugh over such jokes as expressed contempt for womankind. I was only calmed by the thought that "our own" were long in bed it was after midnight and so it were impossible for mother or someone else out of curiosity to be listening at the keyhole, waiting for Lorand's voice.
Czipra informed him she would not give Lorand even time to rest himself, but took him at once with her to the laboratory, where they had been wont to be together, to study alone the mysteries of mankind and nature. The old fellow seemed to be in an extraordinarily good humor, which in his case was generally a sign of excitement.
He related to me that her ladyship was elsewhere. He had taken her ladyship across the frontier without Lorand.
All three of us hold our tongues, like a broiled fish. But it is not the first time it has happened." I do not know why, but this discovery somehow relieved my bitterness. I began to surmise that Lorand was not the most deeply implicated in the crime. "Well, let us go first of all to Móczli," said Márton; "But I have a promise to exact from you. Don't say a word yourself; leave the talking to me.
"We shall wait here by the bridge," Czipra added: and there she remained on the bridge, she did not herself know why, gazing at those plants on the surface of the water, that were hiding Melanie's ring. Lorand hastened along the corridors in despondent mood: if his brother had really come, his last hours would be doubly embittered.
Lorand during the following days was as cheerful as a bridegroom during the week preceding his marriage so cheerful! as his father had been the evening before his death. The last day but one came: May again, but not so chilly as ten years before. The air in the park was flower-perfumed, full of lark trills, and nightingale ditties. Czipra was chasing butterflies on the lawn.
All the gay fellows of the neighborhood are invited to it. You must come with us too." "Ha! Your regeneration carnival!" cried Gyáli, in a voice of ecstasy, the while gazing at Czipra apologetically. "Albeit other magnets draw me hither with overpowering force I must go there without fail. I must deliver a 'toast' at your 'regeneration' festival, Lorand." "My brother Desi will also be there."
She gave me my effects, counted over my linen. She gave me pocket-money, promising to send me some every month with Lorand's. "Then I beg you," she whispered in my ear, "take care of Lorand!" Again that word! Again that hint that I, the child, must take care of my brother, the young man!
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