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No word more was spoken by either until they reached the villa; then Prince Zilah shook Yanski's hand and retired to his chamber. Lighting his lamp, he took out and read and reread, for the hundredth time perhaps, certain letters letters not addressed to him those letters which Varhely had handed him, and with which Michel Menko had practically struck him the day of his marriage.
Yanski's astonishment was so evident that Josef Ladany said, still smiling: "Well, don't you recognize me, my dear Count?" His voice was pleasant, and his manner charming; but there was something cold and politic in his whole appearance which absolutely stupefied Varhely.
Yanski's stern face worked convulsively with an emotion he tried to conceal beneath an apparent roughness. "You are right to love me a little," he said, brusquely, "because I am very fond of you of both of you," nodding his head toward Marsa. "But no respect, please. That makes me out too old."
No word more was spoken by either until they reached the villa; then Prince Zilah shook Yanski's hand and retired to his chamber. Lighting his lamp, he took out and read and reread, for the hundredth time perhaps, certain letters letters not addressed to him those letters which Varhely had handed him, and with which Michel Menko had practically struck him the day of his marriage.
Yanski's stern face worked convulsively with an emotion he tried to conceal beneath an apparent roughness. "You are right to love me a little," he said, brusquely, "because I am very fond of you of both of you," nodding his head toward Marsa. "But no respect, please. That makes me out too old."
Yanski's astonishment was so evident that Josef Ladany said, still smiling: "Well, don't you recognize me, my dear Count?" His voice was pleasant, and his manner charming; but there was something cold and politic in his whole appearance which absolutely stupefied Varhely.
Yanski's stern face worked convulsively with an emotion he tried to conceal beneath an apparent roughness. "You are right to love me a little," he said, brusquely, "because I am very fond of you of both of you," nodding his head toward Marsa. "But no respect, please. That makes me out too old."
Yanski's astonishment was so evident that Josef Ladany said, still smiling: "Well, don't you recognize me, my dear Count?" His voice was pleasant, and his manner charming; but there was something cold and politic in his whole appearance which absolutely stupefied Varhely.
No word more was spoken by either until they reached the villa; then Prince Zilah shook Yanski's hand and retired to his chamber. Lighting his lamp, he took out and read and reread, for the hundredth time perhaps, certain letters letters not addressed to him those letters which Varhely had handed him, and with which Michel Menko had practically struck him the day of his marriage.
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