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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was impossible not to remark how Czipra became attached to him in her simplicity. She had a feeling which she had never felt before, a feeling of shame, if some impudent jest was made at her expense by one of Topándy's guests, in the presence of Lorand.
"There will be something else, Czipra," said Lorand. "Now I am going away with my brother to celebrate his marriage, then I shall return again." Thereupon there was no more need to insist on Czipra's being good-humored the whole day. Her good-humor came voluntarily. Poor girl, so little was required to make her happy.
Despite the customary roundness of that official's face, there were traces of pity on it, pity for the young girl, victim of so dreadful a crime. He called Topándy aside and began to whisper to him. Czipra could not hear what they were saying: but a look which the two men cast in her direction, betrayed to her the subject of their discourse.
"You know that Fate always ordained wisely and providentially for me. "No miracle is needed to make you, my mother, the best of mothers, who love me so, and are calm and peaceful in God, clasp together those hands of blessing which from my earliest days you have never taken off my head. "Include in your prayer, beside my name, the name of my faithful darling, Czipra, too.
Czipra spent an hour with Melanie and an hour later came to the conclusion that she was only now beginning to be a girl. At supper they appeared with their arms round each other's necks. The first evening was one of unbounded delight to Czipra. This girl did not represent any one of those hateful pictures she had conjured up in the witches' kettle of her imagination.
They merely reflected how they could comfort each other's sorrow and could not find a way. This melancholy reverie was interrupted by Topándy's arrival. "Now I beg you, Czipra, if you love me " said Lorand. If she loved him? "To say not a single word to anybody of what you have seen. Nothing has happened to me.
She has plunged the dagger into my heart, and I remember only the kiss she gave...." That moment he felt a quiet pressure on his shoulder. Confused, he looked up. Czipra was standing behind him. The poor gypsy girl could not allow anyone else to wait on Lorand: she had herself brought him the water. The girl's face betrayed a tender fear: she might long have been observing him, unknown to him.
"Silence, you dog, or I'll stab you!" thundered the robber, pointing a knife at the girl's breast. The knife did not frighten Czipra: as she struggled unceasingly and desperately with the robber, she cried "Lorand! Lorand! Murder! Help!" "Damn you!" exclaimed the robber thrusting his knife into the maiden's bosom. Czipra suddenly seized the knife with her two hands.
He had found his presence everywhere more needful, that he might be so much less at home. Czipra could not bear the agony long. Once finding Lorand alone, she turned to him in wanton sarcasm. "Indeed?" said Lorand, caressing the girl's round chin, for all the world as if he was touching some delicate flower-bud. "Why all this tenderness at once?
Madame Bálnokházy clasped Topándy's hand to her heart and with eyes upturned to Heaven, prayed that Providence might bless so good a relation's choice with good humor, and then drew Melanie too towards him, that she might render thanks to her good uncle for the gracious care he had bestowed upon her. Lorand gazed at the group dispiritedly, while Czipra, unnoticed, escaped from the room.
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