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Updated: June 28, 2025
They laughed out together, and then they stopped suddenly and listened. "Was it anything?" "No, I think not." "Are you sure?" Velasco leaned towards her and their fingers touched for a moment. She drew them away. "Shall we go; is it time?" "Not yet," said Velasco, "not yet! Your lips are so sweet, they are arched like a bow; they quiver like a string when one plays on it. Kiss me, Kaya."
She backed slowly away from him and the cloak fell to the ground. "Kaya, you shake as if you had a chill!" "Can Brünnhilde sit aloft in the flies?" she said, "She is there in front of the footlights and everyone sees her. Oh I forgot!" "Donnerwetter! Of course she is seen! Is it the sight of the audience that will frighten you?" "No," she said, "not the audience."
We will pay for the straw with a rollicking waltz Ha ha!" The gypsey musician caught his comrade by the arm and pulled her down on the straw beside him. "Which pocket, Velasco? Oh, I feel the honey-cake bulging! Give it to me." "No take it yourself!" "Your pocket is so deep; it is like diving into a pool." "Not so deep as your eyes, Kaya. You thief!
Now all was crushed, ruined; the child and he had no longer a roof to cover their heads. And those great trenches fully a mile of them at which the country people were working in such haste, to keep the plague from completing the work war began! I saw them, too, from the top of the hill of Kaya, and turned away my eyes, horror-stricken.
'Do so, Pa’ Pek, said To’ Kâya, and, as the old man climbed into the house, he stabbed him in the ribs, and Pa’ Pek ran away towards the mosque till he tripped over the prostrate body of Äbdul Rahman, fell, and eventually died where he lay. Presently, Ma’ Pek came to look for her husband, and asked To’ Kâya about the fire, and where the children were.
Kaya, we will tramp as long as you are able to bear it, and then " "Then Velasco?" "We will take the train at some smaller station Dvisk, Vilna wherever we can." "You, Velasco, but not I." "Both of us. I will never leave you again. In my pocket are passports, blank; I bribed the official. We will fill them in together: two gypsies, one dark and one fair. Ha, Kaya keep up a little further!
The people leaned forward watching. It was past the hour. Kaya stood wrapped in her cloak, leaning against the wall. Her head was bare, and her hair was like a boy's, curling in rings and shining in the light. Her eyes were fixed on the little door at the end of the stage. Every time it opened slightly she started, and her heart gave a throb. The air grew heavier.
I love you. Ah, your hair is like a halo; your lips are trembling. The tears in your eyes are like dew, Kaya." The Countess rose slowly to her feet. "Yes, you are like your father already," she cried, "Already you are cowardly. You are strong and you think I am weak." Her head was thrown back; she measured him scornfully, "Go and dance, sir. Leave me, I tell you." The Prince held out his hands.
Then Tŭngku Pa stabbed down at To’ Kâya from the verandah and struck him in the groin, the spear head becoming bent in the muscles, so that it could not be withdrawn. Now was Tŭngku Pa's opportunity, but instead of seizing it and rushing in upon To’ Kâya to finish him with his kris, he let go the handle of the spear, and fled to a large water jar, behind which he sought shelter.
"One two four seven!" she mumbled, "Sing, Fräulein? Ah, who can tell! You are weak yet." "No," said Kaya, "I am strong; see my arms. I can stand up quite well and walk about the room with the help of your shoulder; you know I can, Marta."
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