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Updated: June 11, 2025
"The poor girl could not stand the rivalry. It is quite natural that the moon, however sweet and poetic a phenomenon, always flees before the sun." To Czipra this speech was very surprising. There are many who do not like overburdened sweetness. "Ah, Melanie is far more beautiful than I," she said, casting her eyes down, and growing very serious.
She sang Melanie this bizarre song twice in her peculiar melancholy strain, and then suddenly threw around her the rug which lay on the bed, put one arm under her head, and remained quite motionless; she would not reply any longer to a single word of Melanie's. The next day Topándy returned from town; scarce had he taken off his traveling-cloak, when Czipra burst in upon him.
In that moment her whole figure was one halo of glory. She was beautiful as a praying seraph, like one of those white phantoms who rise with their airy figures to Heaven, palm-branches of glory in their hands. Czipra was annihilated. She saw now that there was some superhuman phenomenon, before which every passion bowed the knee, every purpose froze to crystals; the figure of a praying maiden!
How often people wondered, how two people could love each other? With what did they enchant each other? If it were true? Suppose there were spirits that could be captured with a talisman, which would do all one bade them? Czipra involuntarily shuddered: she did not know why, but her whole body trembled and shivered. "No, not so," she said to herself.
"That is not sufficient reason, either." "And because I am raised above the prejudices of the world." "Aha! magnanimity! Liberal ostentation? That is not sufficient reason either for taking Czipra to wife. The neighboring Count took his housekeeper to wife, just in order that people might speak of him: you have not even the merit of originality. Still not sufficient reason for marrying her."
Topándy embraced the two young fellows. He was sorry he could not accompany them, but begged Lorand notwithstanding to remain as long as he liked. Czipra followed them to the door. Lorand there grasped her hand, and tenderly kissed it. The girl did not know whether to be ashamed or delighted. Thrice did Lorand turn round, before they reached Sárvölgyi's home, to wave his hand to Czipra.
Remain here, Czipra, quietly, and don't move. We two will manage it. Bring your weapon and ammunition, Lorand. Bring the lamp out into the corridor. Here they can spy directly upon us. Luckily the brigands are not used to handle guns; they only waste powder." "But can we leave Czipra here alone?" asked Lorand anxiously. Czipra clasped her hands and looked at him. "Go," she panted.
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?"
I shall face them without running!" said Lorand, whose only care was for Czipra: he quickly tried to stem the flow of blood from the wound in the girl's breast with a handkerchief. "Lie quiet. Put your head here. Here, here, not so high. Is it very painful?" On the girl's neck was a chain made of hair: this was in the way, so he wished to tear it off.
Mountebank pride never found a place in our family: we have sought for happiness, not for vain connections, and Czipra belongs to those girls whom women love even better than men. I have a good friend at home, my brother, and my dear sister-in-law will use her influence in my favor."
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