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Many years passed, and things had changed very much in Besztercebánya, but the thing that will interest us most is the door-plate on the house formerly inhabited by old Gregorics, on which is to be read: "György Wibra, lawyer." Yes, little Gyuri is now a well-known lawyer; people come to him from all sides for advice, and young girls smile at him from their windows as he passes.
"I am a hangman too he has made a hangman of me," and again he bent with uplifted hand over the man who had utilised his terrible misfortune to make a criminal of him. But two of the waiting attendants seized his arms and threw him back on the floor, while the other two carted Gyuri out. Both unfortunates were soon securely guarded.
"Oh, yes." The momentary gleam in the sad had vanished again. "Where did you get this red scar?" The patient became uneasy, he moved anxiously on his chair and looked up at Gyuri. It was evident that he realised there would be more red marks if he told the truth to this stranger. Muller did not insist upon an answer. "You are uneasy and nervous sometimes, aren't you?"
Well, it will be a nice muddle! Luckily the schoolmaster can speak German, and perhaps the young gentleman can too?" "Don't you worry about that, Mrs. Mravucsán, I'll amuse her at supper, and look after her wants," answered Gyuri. With great difficulty they got ready to go, Madame Krisbay moaning and groaning as they tried to dress her, after having sent Gyuri into the passage. Mrs.
The priest seized the opportunity, and begging Madame Krisbay to excuse him, hurried away, for he found Veronica's absence very strange, and was beginning to get anxious. So, Madame Krisbay having retired, the two gentlemen were left alone, and a painful silence ensued. Gyuri was gazing with melancholy eyes at the canary, which was also silent now.
Gyuri looked down, and saw a figure there in a black coat, but he could not see much of it, for it would have been dangerous to have gone too near to the edge. "How did you manage to get down there?" "I fell in yesterday evening," answered the man in the black coat. "What! Yesterday evening! And can't you get out?"
Why had he come here just now? The old lawyer was very pleasant to her. "So this is little Veronica?" he asked. "Yes," answered Gyuri proudly. The old gentleman took her small hand in his large one, and pinched her cheek in fatherly fashion. But no amount of pinching would bring the roses back just then. Her heart was heavy with fear. Why, oh, why had he come?
Gyuri was surprised too, for Sztolarik hated to leave his home. "Have you brought them?" he asked. "Yes." Veronica drew a breath of relief, for Gyuri had mentioned that he expected the engagement rings from Besztercebánya. "Give them to me," he said. "Later on," answered the old lawyer. "First of all I must speak to you." He must speak to him first?
"No, because with part of the money I will have a Mass said for the repose of her soul." Gyuri ran after the ladies with the rose in his hand, and offered it to Veronica. "Here is Maria Czobor's rose," he said. "Will you give me your pink in exchange?" But she put her hands behind her back, and said coldly: "How could you have the heart to pick it?" "I did it for your sake. Will you not exchange?"
"You had better order your carriage, too," said Sztolarik, breaking the silence at last. "We could leave at the same time." Gyuri murmured some unintelligible answer, and shook his head. "But you will have to leave soon, for our part here is played out." "I tell you it is impossible." "Why?" "Don't you see that Veronica is lost?" "What does that matter to you? The umbrella handle is lost too."
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