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'The gentlefolks never have any peace; no sooner do they want to enjoy themselves, than the Jews drive after them, said Maciek. Indeed, the sledges conveying the travellers were now with difficulty driving towards the valley, and presently stopped at Josel's inn.
Maciek took the child from her and carried him into the cottage, where he laid him down on the bench.
He crouched as he ran through the yard, wishing to attract her attention as little as possible, and went stealthily up the hill to where Maciek was perspiring over his ploughing. 'How about those Swabians? asked the labourer. Slimak sat down on the slope so that he could not be seen from the cottage, and pulled out his pipe.
She came at six o'clock, armed with a bottle of 'remedy' for a wound in the leg, did the work of two while she sang songs which made even Maciek blush, until the afternoon, and then took her 'remedy'. The cure then pulled her down so much that the scythe fell from her hand. 'Hey, gospodarz! she would shout.
Old Maciek appreciated the skill of his adversary, and with his left hand adjusted his spectacles on his nose; with his right he held the hilt of his switch close to his breast, and withdrew, following the motions of the corporal with his eyes; he himself tottered on his legs as though he were drunk.
Maciek, with a broad smile, retired awkwardly behind the stove as the two gospodarze went into the alcove. 'What a beautiful room, said Grochowski, looking round, 'plenty of holy pictures on the walls, a painted bed, a wooden floor and flowers in the windows. That must be your doing, gospodyni?
Then his head, heavy with its musings, drooped upon his breast, and thus fell asleep the last Warden of the Horeszkos. Warlike preparations for the foray—Protazy’s expedition—Robak and the Judge consult on public affairs—Continuation of Protazy’s fruitless expedition—A digression on hemp—Dobrzyn, the hamlet of gentry—Description of the person and the way of life of Maciek Dobrzynski.
'Josef, his wife said, 'you must respect your guest; he is older than you, and he is Soltys. Maciek, help me to get them into the barn. 'I'll go by myself, roared Slimak. 'Thirty-three roubles... groaned Grochowski, 'chop me to bits, but I won't take a grosz more.... I am a Judas.... I wanted to cheat you.
The ensign, a young man, ran nimbly back and forth; whenever his adversary beat the weapon to one side, he retired; Maciek, not being able to drive off the young man, was obliged merely to defend himself without inflicting wounds. Already the ensign had given him a slight wound with the spear; already, raising the halberd aloft, he was collecting himself for a blow.
'Then what are you going to do with her? said Slimak, getting angry. 'I'll take her to the stable, Maciek said in a low voice, lifting the child up awkwardly. He sat down on the bench with it and rocked it gently on his knees. There was silence in the room. Presently Magda, Jendrek, and Stasiek emerged from their corner and stood by Maciek, looking at the little creature.
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