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"I will give you a disguise; hasten to Kolozsvar and assemble your comrades, then return and protect your house. I will wait you there, and man to man, in open honorable combat, the strife will no longer be ignominious." "Thanks, thanks!" murmured the youth, pressing the Decurio's hand.
"And are you not preparing for defense?" "To what purpose? they will kill us all. I am quite prepared for what must inevitably happen." "But it will not happen if we defend ourselves courageously. We are eight men the walls of the castle are strong the besiegers have no guns, and no place to protect them; we may hold out for days until assistance comes from Kolozsvar."
"Don't you think this back wall looks like a stage curtain?" Aaron went on. "With a little stretch of the imagination you might take it for the curtain in the Kolozsvar theatre, with Apollo and the muses painted on it. One feels almost like stamping one's feet, to make it go up and the play begin." But the undercurrent of the speaker's thoughts was quite different.
When she met Jonathan in Kolozsvar she had conceived of the war, to which so many stately cavaliers were turning their horses' heads, as a kind of splendid tournament. She remembered now the promise she had made to give the young soldier a kiss on his return home, and recalled how he had begged her to keep her word even though he came back dead.
Even then there would have been time for the horseman to turn back, and dash through a handful of men behind him, but either he was ashamed of turning from the first conflict, or he was desirous, at any risk, to reach Kolozsvar at the appointed time, and instead of retreating by the bridge, he galloped towards the other end of the pass, where the enemy rushed upon him from every side, yelling hideously.
Evening was drawing on, and a slight transparent mist had overspread the valley. Imre was desirous of reaching Kolozsvar* early on the next morning, and continued his route all night. * Klausenburg. About midnight the moon rose behind the trees, shedding her silvery light over the forest.
The Jewish question was dropped in an instant, when they saw a smart lady come in accompanied by a pale man with a black shock of hair and an uneasy eye. "That is the Hungarian violinist Kolozsvar," said Susanna. "Kolozsvar, Kolozsvar!" they heard everybody saying. "Is he a great virtuoso?" Caesar asked Kennedy. "No, I think not," answered Kennedy.
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