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Was he not ashamed of himself, trying to take the bread out of poor men's mouths, when he had plenty of cake for himself? Let him leave the small amount of employment there was in the town to those who really needed it. Gregorics quite understood the force of this argument, and gave up his idea.
Don't be angry with me for speaking so plainly, but it is my duty to show my readers why Pál Gregorics did not find a wife among you. The reason is a simple one. The open rose is not perfectly pure; bees have bathed in its chalice, insects have slept in it. But in the heart of an opening bud, not a speck of dust is to be found.
Every one likes him, and he will make his way in the world." That avaricious Gáspár Gregorics began to wish the boy had the quarter of a million after all, for he might in a few years' time marry his daughter Minka, who was just eleven. Anna had let the house, and Sztolarik sent Gyuri thirty florins every month out of the rent.
So Anna started a very melancholy sort of song, "The Recruit's Letter," in which he complains to the girl he loves of all the hardships of war. Gregorics was quite softened by the music, and three times he exclaimed: "What a wonderful voice!" And he kept moving nearer and nearer to Anna, till all at once he began to stroke her cheek.
He had six of his own at home, but they were not as pretty as these. "Well, my good man," said Gregorics surprised, "still silent?" "It would be like a stone on my heart if I were to speak," sighed the mason "a very big stone. I don't think I could bear it." "Don't talk such nonsense! A stone, indeed!
The masons again exchanged glances, and the elder said: "We will do it. Where is it to be done?" "I will show you." Gregorics took down a rusty key from a nail, and went out with the men into the courtyard. "Now follow me," he said, and led them through the garden to an orchard, in which was a small house built of stone.
Nothing could have upset Gregorics as much as this declaration. How could it have happened? Had he eaten any poisonous mushrooms? Gyuri shook his head. Well, what could he have eaten? The mother racked her brains to find out what could have been the cause. Perhaps this, perhaps that, perhaps the vinegar was bad, or the copper saucepans had not been quite clean?
"If the king is not ashamed of them as subjects, I am not ashamed of owning how I have been beaten; they were two to one!" Panyóki spent the summer, and told her the whole tale from beginning to end. The result was the lawsuit Panyóki versus Gregorics, which furnished the neighborhood with gossip for ten years.
The only thing he would take himself was mineral water. Toward afternoon the cramp was much worse, and he began to spit blood. Anna was frightened, and began to cry, and ask if he would not have a doctor or a priest. Gregorics shook his head. "No, no, I am quite ready to die, everything is in order. I am only waiting for Gyuri. What time is it?" The church clock just then struck twelve.
Gáspár was quite excited, and seemed to enjoy every word he heard; his eyes shone, his thoughts were occupied with the future, in which he imagined himself a rich man, the owner of untold wealth. He might even buy a baronetcy! Baron Gáspár Gregorics! How well it sounded! And Minka would be a little baroness.
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