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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Not Kamienszki but Kamienszka!" murmured the lady softly, and with that she spurred her horse and galloped after her comrades. And now for the first time a light dawned in Vértessy's mind, and he understood it all. "A marvellous woman!" he muttered, gazing after her till the distance hid her from his eyes.
Close to the Kamienszki estates he rented a little plot of land where he grew flowers and melons, sported with white doves and little rabbits, and sang in the church choir every day. It never occurred to anyone that he had once been but no matter. And the three houses at Hétfalu were abandoned to desolation. The gutted dwelling-house was never re-built.
"He wrote on my account!" whispered the condemned man, clasping his manacled hands together and closing his heavy eyelashes over his moist eyes. "Your fourth advocate was Count Kamienszki, whose sister you will doubtless remember." The youth looked up in astonishment. "I have no recollection of such a person. She had no brother." Vértessy shrugged his shoulders.
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!"
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