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Gyuri wished the worthy Klincsok in Jericho, and he could even have found him a companion for the journey, for behind him was the first demon, again whispering: "Go and look for your inheritance!" "But I suppose they kept the old handle?" he asked. "I do not think so," answered the priest. "It was only of common wood; I believe Mrs. Adamecz asked Veronica for it."
He would have gone on talking all night, and running the poor horses down to the ground, if Gyuri had not interrupted him. "But I have my dog-cart here, Miss Veronica, and will take you home with pleasure." "Will you really," exclaimed Mravucsán. "I knew you were a gentleman. But why on earth didn't you say so before?" "Because you gave me no chance to put in a word edgeways."
"Don't look at the sky, you stupid," said another; "if you want to find it look at the ground." But as chance would have it, some one found it who would rather not have done so, and that some one was Gyuri Wibra. He had only walked a few steps, when a green eye seemed to smile up at him from the dust under his feet. He stooped and picked it up; it was the lost earring with the emerald in it.
"Don't you like this part of the country?" "It is like a pock-marked face," he replied. "It is not the sort of place one would come to to choose a wife." Gyuri started. Had the man discovered his intentions? "Why do you think so?" At this both Veronica and Gyuri were obliged to laugh. "That's a real Sáros way of looking at things. But, you see, you have vexed this young lady."
The silent shepherd with the power of second sight had won Muller's interest at once. "Yes, I found him. It is Gyuri, the warder at the asylum." "No, sir, it is not Gyuri Gyuri did not do it." "But when I tell you that he did?" "But I tell you, sir, that Gyuri did not do it. The man who did it he has yellowish hands I saw them I saw big yellowish hands. Gyuri's hands are big, but they are brown."
"Oh, dear heart alive!" she said, "there's no danger with me. Well, my dear, please go up." Gyuri Wibra searched about among the rubbish on the loft for quite half an hour, during which time the old woman came twice to the foot of the ladder to see if he were coming down. She was anxious about the fifty florins. "Well?" she asked, as he appeared at last empty-handed.
So he brings home a wife to cheer his solitude. But it never occurred to Gyuri to marry. And once when Mrs. Krikovszky broached the subject to him and asked when they would hear of his engagement, he answered absently: "I am not in the habit of marrying." It certainly is a bad "habit," but one that does not seem inclined to go out of fashion.
A second demon ran on before him, beckoning and crying: "Come along, it is this way!" But there was a third one, the liveliest of all, who followed in the wake of the second one, and each time Gyuri thought he had attained his end, this demon turned round, and laughed in his face, saying: "There is nothing here!"
Veronica knew all, and her eyes were swimming in tears. "Oh, dear, how dreadful! Mrs. Adamecz burned the handle!" "God bless her for it!" said Gyuri brightly, seeing the girl's depression, "for now at least I can prove to you that I love you for yourself alone." Veronica had taken off the small red shawl and was swinging it in her hand.
He questioned his mother on the subject, and she did her best to answer him, but could only repeat: "How am I to remember that, my dear boy, after so long a time? And what do you want that ragged umbrella for?" Gyuri sighed. "If I have to dig it out of the ground with my ten fingers, I will do it." "Perhaps Matykó will remember something about it?"
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