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Precaution now became his mania. He took Kupeczky into his house, and the old professor had to be with the boy day and night, and taste every bit of food he was to eat. If Gyuri went outside the gates, he was first stripped of his velvet suit and patent leather shoes, and dressed in a ragged old suit kept on purpose, and allowed to run barefoot.
"No; I would not for the world wear that flower; I should think I had stolen it from that poor girl." "Will you really not accept it?" "No!" Gyuri threw the rose away, and it rolled down the hillside in the dust and dirt. Veronica gazed pityingly after the flower as long as it was visible, then turned angrily to Gyuri. "Is that the way to treat a flower? Had it hurt you in any way?"
Altogether the things that umbrella has done are wonderful, especially the fact that it has brought luck and riches to the priest of Glogova." A dark suspicion took possession of Gyuri, and when the candles were relighted, it was to be seen he was as pale as death. "Is the priest rich?" he asked. "Very rich," answered Mrs. Szliminszky.
First of all Anna fell from a ladder and broke her leg, so that she limped all her life after, and who wants a lame wife? The second thing was, that little Gyuri was taken ill very suddenly. He turned blue in the face and was in convulsions; they thought he would die.
"Of course, Gyuri told me to." "And why?" "He hated the pastor, for the old gentleman had no confidence in him." "Is this true?" Muller turned to the doctor. "I did not notice it," said Orszay with a voice that showed deep sorrow. "And you?" Muller's eyes bored themselves into the orbs of the young giant, now dulled with fear. Gyuri started and shivered.
Sztolarik said all he could think of to console Gyuri, but the young lawyer was quite cast down at the thought that his dreams would never now be realized; his whole life was before him, dark and threatening. But the world was the same as of old, and everything went just the same as though Widow Adamecz had never burned the handle of the umbrella.
All of this Gyuri poured out quickly and breathlessly into the ears of his old guardian. "That much I know. Now, what am I to do next?" "It is a great deal, much more than I ever hoped for. You must continue the search." "But where am I to search? We don't yet know where Müncz is, and even if we had him, who knows on which dust-heap the umbrella has rotted since then?"
But the mayor drew his head down into the dark blue collar of his coat, and seemed quite to disappear in it; he gnawed his mustache, and stood there helplessly, wondering what he was to say and do now, when all at once the door opened, and Gyuri Wibra stood before them. In spite of all folks may say, the powers above always send help at the right moment.
There was something strange in his laugh, as though he had laughed inward to his own soul. "No, no, you shall have your pony. But I assure you that the umbrella will once belong to you, and you will find it very useful to protect you from the wind and clouds." Gyuri thought this great nonsense. Such old gentlemen always attached themselves so to their belongings, and thought such a lot of them.
I don't know if he has provided for your future, my poor boy, but it's all over with me, I'm dying, I wouldn't mind betting it." And he would have won his bet too. Gyuri went home for Gregorics's funeral, and a week later the landlady sent word that the old professor was dead, and he was to send money for the funeral. But what was Kupeczky's death to that of Gregorics?
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