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Updated: June 15, 2025
Leopold and his jealousy might go hang for aught she cared, for she meant to have the bracelet. The young man, with a fatuous little laugh, brought out the case once more. With his own hands he now fastened the bracelet round Klara Goldstein's wrist.
"Silence, Klara," he cried at the top of his voice as he shook the girl roughly by the shoulder. But she paid no heed to him she was determined to be heard, determined to have her say. All the bitterness in her had been bottled up for weeks.
But in the meanwhile Béla had contrived to come up quite close to Elsa, and to whisper hurriedly in her ear: "A bargain's a bargain, my dove! you behave amiably to Klara Goldstein and I will keep a civil tongue in my head for your old sweetheart. .
"Klara, you mustn't say that," cried Elsa, horrified at what she considered almost blasphemy. "Your father is your father, remember and even if he has been harsh to you .
She couldn't think why the girl had stopped to talk to her and Andor: in fact she was more than sure that Klara had come out this evening on purpose to talk to her and to Andor; for now she stood deliberately in front of them both with arms crossed in front of her and defiant eyes fixed now upon one and now upon the other.
A slight breeze had sprung up within the last half-hour, and had succeeded in chasing away the heavy banks of cloud which had hung over the sky earlier in the evening. Even as Klara paused at the foot of the verandah steps in order to steady herself on her feet, the last filmy veil that hid the face of the moon glided ethereally by.
The farther it got from the moon, the faster it unrolled. After a while it struck against the shore right under Klara’s window and Klara saw that it was the wake of the moon. She watched. “The little old lady had disappeared from the doorway in the moon but the door did not close. And, suddenly, still another wonderful thing happened.
His face, always pale and olive-tinted, was now the colour of ashes, grey and livid and blotched with purple, his lips looked white and quivering, and his eyebrows of a reddish tinge met above his nose in a deep, dark scowl. But my lord had thrown out a casual hint about a gold watch, and Klara had no further thought for her jealous admirer.
“A little farther on, Klara came upon a sight even more wonderful than this—a village of mer-people. It was set so far down in the water that it seemed a million miles away. And yet the water was so clear that she felt she could touch the housetops. “The mer-houses seemed to be made of a beautiful, sparkling white coral with big, wide-open windows through which the tide drifted.
"I won't stay now, Klara," said the young Count, dropping his voice suddenly to a whisper; "too many of these louts about. When will you be free?" "Oh, not to-day," she whispered in reply. "After the fair there are sure to be late-comers. And you know Erös Béla has a ball on at the barn and supper afterwards. .
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