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After this the widow asked me to sit down. "I cannot, Madame." "Why, I beg?" "I have ." "I understand. Nanette, shew the way." "Dear aunt, excuse me." "Well, then, Marton." "Oh! dear aunt, why do you not insist upon my sister obeying your orders?" "Alas! madame, these young ladies are quite right. Allow me to retire."
When nothing more was left to be done, he charged the boy to run off and bring his schoolmates to be marshalled before their new master, and solemnly reviewed. 'As good a set of fellows, Marton, as you'd wish to see, he said, turning to the schoolmaster when the boy was gone; 'but I don't let 'em know I think so. That wouldn't do, at all.
You know the reason I call him 'colleague, is that my hair always acts as if it were a wig, while his wig always acts as it if were hair." "He said," I answered tremblingly, hanging on to his arm, "he knew more than I. Lorand has not merely run away, but has stolen my uncle's wife." At these words Márton commenced to roar with laughter.
"That's the trump for you," said Márton, "that's Móczli. I know Móczli, he's a sharp fellow, without him we should never have found our way here. Well, sir, and whither now?" This remark was made to Lorand. My brother was acquainted with the jesting old fellow, and had often heard his humorous anecdotes, when he came to see me. "At all events away from Pressburg, old man." "But which way?
His frequent periods of illness had been relieved by the reading of somewhat severe and philosophical books, and he was able to make good use of his learning in the address which he delivered to the one general synod over which he presided. On his retirement, he lived quietly for some years longer at Marton, and passed away in 1904.
Old Márton hastened, as erstwhile, to open the carriage door; only his moving crest was as white as that of a cockatoo.
A councillor, who, with paper in hand and pen behind ear, goes to visit the bakers in turn, and weighs their loaves in the balance to see if they are correct weight." It seemed that Márton did not take into consideration any other duties that a councillor might have besides the examining of bakers' loaves and that one could hardly gain his approval.
When I saw Nanette in my arms, beaming with love, and Marton near the bed, holding a candle, with her eyes reproaching us with ingratitude because we did not speak to her, who, by accepting my first caresses, had encouraged her sister to follow her example, I realized all my happiness. "Let us get up, my darlings," said I, "and swear to each other eternal affection."
For one hour we spoke of Angela, and I expressed my determination never to see her again, as I had every proof that she did not care for me. "She loves you," said the artless Marton; "I know she does, but if you do not mean to marry her, you will do well to give up all intercourse with her, for she is quite determined not to grant you even a kiss as long as you are not her acknowledged suitor.
I begged old Márton to open the door for me. "What! discipulus negligens! To slip out of the house at night is not proper. He who wanders about at night can be no Lieutenant Governor at most a night-watchman." "No joking now; they are prosecuting my brother! I must go and help him." "Why didn't you tell me at once? Prosecute indeed? You should have told me that. Who? Perhaps the butcher clerks?
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