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The very fixedness of her great eyes gave her a strange and powerful attraction; and, in the manner in which Andras regarded her, Count Varhely, with his rough insight, saw that there were pity, astonishment, and almost fear. He pulled his moustache a moment in reflection, and then made a step toward the door.
"She turned white as a sheet; she began to tremble an attack of the nerves and she said: 'Well, in two days I shall know, at last, whether I am to live! Queer, wasn't it? I don't know what she meant! But it is certain yes, certain, my dear fellow that she expects, this evening, some one who is coming or who is not coming, from Florence that depends." "Who is it? Who?" cried Andras.
An old fisherman was chosen to stand near the boat to watch fair play, and to hold the stakes, and Andras, as the stranger was told to jump first. Going back to the flag which had been stuck into the sand to mark the starting place, he ran forward, with his head well thrown back, and cleared the boat with a mighty bound.
Aren't you going to thank me? Ah! you ingrate!" She ran and embraced Marsa, pressing her cherry lips to the Tzigana's pale face, and then rapidly disappeared in a mock flight, with a gay little laugh and a tremendous rustle of petticoats. Of all his friends, Varhely was the one of whom Andras was fondest; but they had not been able to exchange a single word since the morning.
It seemed to him that they had the happy look of people who had reached the desired goal. Vogotzine, coughing nervously, kept close to the Prince and felt very ill at ease. Andras, on the contrary, found great difficulty in realizing that he was really among lunatics. "See," said Dr.
But, once for all, remember that I wish henceforth to live alone, entirely alone, and speak to me neither of the future nor of the past, which is cruel, nor of the present, which is hopeless. I have determined " "What?" "To live hereafter an absolutely selfish life!" "That will change you," returned the General, in amazement. "And will console me," added Andras. By JULES CLARETIE
I don't know much of things that must be put in a newspaper." And she smiled a little sad smile, making even of her humility a pedestal for the husband so deeply loved and admired. Zilah was beginning to feel ill at ease. "Do you never accompany your husband anywhere?" asked Andras. "I? Oh, never!" she replied, with a sort of fright. "He does not wish it and he is right.
Zilah took the hand which Varhely extended, and clasped it warmly in both his own. Upon the steps Varhely found Marsa, who, in her turn, shook his hand. "Au revoir, Count." "Au revoir, Princess." She smiled at Andras, who accompanied Varhely, and who held in his hand the package with the seals unbroken. "Princess!" she said.
They had come from their farms, from their distant pusztas, peasant horsemen, like soldiers, with their national caps; and they joyously celebrated the return of Zilah Andras, the son of those Zilahs whose glorious history they all knew.
The name of Prince Andras Zilah was traced in clear, firm handwriting, and, in the left-hand corner, Michel Menko had written, in Hungarian characters: "Very important! With the expression of my excuses and my sorrow." And below, the signature "Menko Mihaly." The domestic was still standing there, hat in hand.
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