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They had condemned the child to death. I hid them here beneath the bridge, and gave them peasant's clothes to put on, and helped them to scurry through the woods." At these words Kamienszka leaped from her horse, and ran to the child who was quite worn out. Her little feet were all wounded and bloody, it was only by leaning on the arm of Zudár that she was able to walk at all.
"I heard it, but I have forgotten it." "You lie. You know it now. Come, out with it!" "I'll say it then Oh! my throat! the Countess Kamienszka." "Did you hear it from him?" "No, it is my own idea, for he wrote her a letter while about to fly and sent me to the post with it, that is what put them on his track, I should think." "That is none of your business, where is the man now? Don't lie!
The youth tenderly pressed the old man's hand, and said to him with a voice betraying some emotion: "Don't be uneasy! Thou hast been a good father to the child, if thou shouldst die I will find a good mother for her. Make a note of this name and address: 'Maria Kamienszka, Lemberg. Whenever thou dost write to the above address on this subject thou shalt receive an answer with full information.
The attendant captain rushed out, half dressed, bringing a sword with him for Kamienszka, which she hastily buckled on like a man. The General escorted them down to the horses, and the three cavaliers swung themselves into their saddles. Vértessy pressed once more the heroine's hand, and said to her with soldierly frankness: "Mr. Kamienszki, I have a great regard for you!"
You must thank God and this worthy gentleman who has dared so much for your sake." Only then did the youth cast a glance upon Kamienszka, and it seemed to him as if he dimly saw, conjured up before him, through the misty veil of his tears, the vision of a form from other days. The Polish lady hastened up to him, pressed his hand, and whispered in his ear: "Not a word now!
Only three of them were mounted, the General's adjutant, Kamienszka, and himself, all the rest were on foot. Even with the utmost exertion it would take at least four hours to reach Hétfalu. During the long journey Maria told Imré everything she knew about his family. Nobody disturbed their conversation, the road was empty and noiseless. When they reached the first csárda that also was silent.
He whispered a few words in the ear of the adjutant who answered the summons, and then sat down and began writing very rapidly, at the same time beckoning to Kamienszka to go on. "General, at present the conflagration may be stamped out by a single effort. A bold hand, which does not shrink from a bad burn, may cover up the mouth of the volcano if instant action be taken.
The noisy assembly then gave one long cheer for the General, and after threatening every sort of distant object with their sticks and clenched fists, tumultously dispersed. Kamienszka, after the odd dispersal of the rioters, trotted alongside the General into the courtyard of the barracks, where they both dismounted and hastened into the waiting room.
"Who is that apparition," whispered old Hétfalusy to his son, "who has twice descended from Heaven to save us?" Imré looked with some hesitation at Maria, the girl gazed back at him encouragingly. "Yes, tell him! Why not? I am your wife, the famous Maria Kamienszka, and this is not the first time I have been in the midst of a scrimmage.
With an air of pathetic dignity Kamienszka handed to the worthy patriot the proclamation of Numa Pompilius, in which that worthy confided to the tailors, cobblers, and bakers of the city the honourable task of making, stitching, and baking some thousands of boots, hose, and rolls for headquarters to be delivered immediately. "What are you doing?" cried the General in French.
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