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"But this romance of Prince Andras is by no means just a little you know! It is how shall I express it? It is epic, heroic, romantic what you will. I will relate it to you." "It will sell fifty thousand copies of our paper," gayly exclaimed Jacquemin, opening his ears, and taking notes mentally.
Marsa laid her hand on his arm, and said, distinctly, Vogotzine being a little deaf: "Prince Andras Zilah, uncle, will do us the honor of coming to see us at Maisons-Lafitte." "Ah! Ah! Very happy! Delighted! Very flattering of you, Prince," stammered the General, pulling his white moustache, and blinking his little round eyes. "Andras Zilah! Ah! 1848! Hard days, those! All over now, though!
I am very fond of his music; it is so truly Hungarian in its spirit." The music fell upon the air like sighs like the distant tones of a bell tolling a requiem a lament, poetic, mournful, despairing, yet ineffably sweet and tender, ending in one deep, sustained note like the last clod of earth falling upon a new-made grave. "What is that called, Marsa?" said Andras. She made no reply.
Like her mother, she would have refused from a Tchereteff this title of princess which Andras offered her, nay, laid at her feet with passionate tenderness. But Princess Zilah! She regarded with wild eyes the Prince, who stood before her, timid and with trembling lips, awaiting her reply. But, as she did not answer, he stooped over and took her hands in his.
And then, these melancholy words calling up the memory of disaster, all would revive before Andras Zilah's eyes the days of mourning and the days of glory; the exploits of Bem; the victories of Dembiski; the Austrian flags taken at Goedolloe; the assaults of Buda; the defence of Comorn; Austria, dejected and defeated, imploring the aid of Russia; Hungary, beaten by the force of numbers, yet resisting Paskiewich as she had resisted Haynau, and appealing to Europe and the world in the name of the eternal law of nations, which the vanquished invoke, but which is never listened to by the countries where the lion is tearing his prey.
You used as a weapon the letters of a woman, and of a woman whom you had deceived by promising her your name when it was no longer yours to give!" "Are you here to defend Mademoiselle Marsa Laszlo?" asked Michel, a trifle haughtily. "I am here to defend the Princess Zilah, and to avenge Prince Andras.
He felt obliged, however, to go and tell the Prince of the opinion of the illustrious physician of Salpetriere. Then he asked Zilah: "What is your decision?" "General," replied Andras, "whatever you choose to do is right.
He raised his round, uneasy eyes to Andras, who was striving to appear calm, but whose lips twitched nervously. "It is impossible to rouse her," continued Vogotzine. "The doctors can do nothing. There is no hope except in an an an experiment." "An experiment?" "Yes, exactly, exactly an experiment. "The doctor," said Andras, calmly, "would like your niece to see me again?"
Then, with a start, as one drowning catches at a straw, as one condemned to death makes a last appeal for mercy, with a feeble, despairing cry like that of a child, a strange contrast to the almost savage thanks given to Varhely, she exclaimed: "Ah! I implore you, listen to me!" Andras stopped. "What have you to say to me?" he asked. "Nothing nothing but this: Forgive! ah, forgive!
There was no need for the name of Prince Andras Zilah or, as they say in Hungary, Zilah Andras to have been written in characters of blood in the history of his country, for one to divine the hero in him: his erect figure, the carriage of his head, braving life as it had defied the bullets of the enemy, the strange brilliance of his gaze, the sweet inflections of his voice accustomed to command, and the almost caressing gestures of his hand used to the sword all showed the good man under the brave, and, beneath the indomitable soldier, the true gentleman.
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