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Updated: May 8, 2025
The girls laughed loudly at the gypsy woman's enchantment. The woman held her hand out before Czipra in cringing supplication. "Dear, beautiful young lady, scorn not to reward me with something for the blessing of God." Czipra's pocket was always full of all kinds of small coins, of all values, according to the custom of those days when one man had to be paid in coppers, another in silver.
Lorand quickly utilized this opportunity to close the door, fasten the chain, and draw the bolt. The next moment the robbers' vehement attack could be heard, as they fell upon the door with crowbars. "Come, let us get away," said Lorand, taking Czipra's hand. The girl faintly answered. "Oh! I cannot walk. I am fainting." "Are you wounded?" asked Lorand, alarmed. It was dark, he could not see.
She could be a very good, quiet, blessed creature, whose faults must be discovered and seen through a magnifying-glass: but if that other heart were once awakened, the old one would never be found again. Every drop of Czipra's blood wished that every drop of "that other's" blood should change to tears. This is how they awaited Melanie at Lankadomb.
Melanie's face flushed deeply at these words, while Czipra's turned deathly pale. The black depths of hell were to be seen in the gypsy girl's wide-opened eyes. Lorand deferred as long as possible the time for coming to an agreement with Desiderius as to what they should both do, when the fatal ten years had passed by.
This wish of his must be fulfilled. It would be a sad surprise for his mother, to whom Topándy only the day before had written that her son was bringing home a new daughter-in-law. When Lorand had asked Topándy for Czipra's hand, he immediately wrote to Mrs. Áronffy, thinking that what Lorand himself wrote to his mother would be in a proud strain.
Every door of the castle was already closed: it was Lorand's custom to look for himself and see that the bolts were firmly fastened. Then he would knock at Czipra's door and bid her good-night; Czipra reciprocated the good wish, and Lorand turned into his room. The last creaking door was silent. "Good night! Good night! But who gives the good night?"
Then he clasped his hands together with emotion and slipped towards the head of Czipra's bed. "Come, my child, say: 'I believe in God' I shall say it first." The doctor had not forbidden that. Czipra devoutly waited for the words of wonder. What a great, what a comforting world of thoughts. A God who is a Father, a mother who is a maiden.
Ever since Melanie had left the house, Czipra's sprightly mood had returned. She too played in the lovely spring, with the playful birds of song. Lorand allowed her to draw him into her circle of playmates: "How does this hyacinth look in my hair?" "It suits you admirably, Czipra."
Two shots rang out, followed by a heavy fall and a cry of cursing. Topándy had fired from the window and one of the four robbers fell on his face mortally wounded, while another, badly hit, floundered and collapsed near the corridor. The two shots, the noise behind his back, and the unexpected blow confused Kandur; he retreated from the door, leaving his knife in Czipra's hand.
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