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Gerzson, with his head supported by his hand, listened religiously and struck himself violently on the mouth when he was seized by an involuntary fit of gaping. "I cannot understand why I am so sleepy, my eyes seem to be closing in spite of me." "Why don't you have a pipe then? Come light up!" "What, light up? Your ladyship will really allow me? You are sure you don't mind tobacco smoke?

The leadership of this special corps was entrusted to young Szilard Vamhidy, upon whose ingenuity, determination and ability Squire Gerzson professed to place the utmost reliance. As soon as he had received this important charge, Szilard took horse and set off at the head of his four and twenty pandurs.

Gerzson, however, fell to like a man. He had generally a good appetite, and the lack of a dinner, the worry and trouble of the journey, and the labour of driving had made him hungrier than ever.

Gerzson's arm. "Sir, sir! robbers are upon us. Awake, awake. This is no time for slumber." But Mr. Gerzson still slumbered on he might have been dead. In vain she tore him away from the table, he fell back again all of a heap and went on slumbering. The strangers were now in the hall, and a heavy hand was trying the latch of the guest chamber.

Gerzson Satrakovics had invented for himself a peculiar sort of pastime.

"Look ye here, my son," said Gerzson, scarcely able to contain himself, "the fist that you see in my pocket here is pulling the trigger of a revolver and I have a jolly good mind to send a bullet in between your onion chawing teeth, so I should advise you not to try any of your tom-foolery on me. On this occasion I have not come to pay your master a visit but for other reasons.

But the priest was angry at the untimely jest and turning savagely upon Squire Gerzson, said: "Sir, this is no time for jesting, we are both of us standing on the very threshold of death." Gerzson was no coward, nor did he trouble himself very much about death, but the emphatic tone of the parson at least induced him, at last, to take the matter seriously.

If, however, anybody should be rude to me, have I not papa Gerzson? when he is by I fear nobody." "Noble heart! very well, be it so! If your ladyship fears nothing, I think I may very well say the same."

Before the travellers extended the endless plain of the Alföld, like a bridge rising from her bed to greet her beloved Lord, the Sun. On Mr. Gerzson, however, the romantic spectacle of sunrise on the puszta produced no romantic impression whatsoever. He neither observed the golden clouds in the sky, nor the dappled shadows flitting across the dewy fields, nor the lilac-coloured nebulous horizon.

"He actually has the impertinence to ask us why we laugh! Come, sir! where did you leave the Baroness Hátszegi?" "I don't see what there is to laugh at at such a question?" replied Gerzson, in whose mind all sorts of dark forebodings began to arise. "What have you done with the baroness? What have you done with our friend Leonard's wife, I say?" persisted the count.

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