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As Marsa Laszlo was leaving the boat, Michel Menko stood close to the gangway, doubtless on purpose to speak to her; and, in the confusion of landing, without any one hearing him, he breathed in her ear these brief words: "At your house this evening. I must see you." She gave him an icy glance. Michel Menko's eyes were at once full of tears and flames. "I demand it!" he said, firmly.
If you had, like me, wandered all over the world, you would not be astonished at anything; although, to tell the truth" and the young man's voice became bitter, trenchant, and almost threatening "we have only to grow old to meet with terrible surprises, very hard to bear." As he spoke, he glanced, involuntarily perhaps, at Marsa Laszlo, leaning on the railing just below him.
The Tzigana, whom the Baroness requested him to take in to dinner, was Marsa, Marsa Laszlo, dressed in one of the black toilettes which she affected, and whose clear, dark complexion, great Arabian eyes, and heavy, wavy hair seemed to Andras's eyes to be the incarnation, in a prouder and more refined type, of the warm, supple, nervous beauty of the girls of his country.
And the years passed without the Tzigana pardoning the Russian, and without Marsa ever having called him father. In the name of their child, the Prince one day solemnly asked Tisza Laszlo to consent to become his wife, and the mother refused. "But our daughter?" said the Prince. "My daughter? She will bear the name of her mother, which at least is not a Russian name." The Prince was silenced.
During his sojourn at Vienna, Varhely kept himself informed, day by day, as to what was passing in Paris. He did not write to Prince Zilah, wishing, above everything, to keep his errand concealed from him; but Angelo Valla, who had remained in France, wrote or telegraphed whatever happened to the Prince. Marsa Laszlo was cured; she had left Dr.
You used as a weapon the letters of a woman, and of a woman whom you had deceived by promising her your name when it was no longer yours to give!" "Are you here to defend Mademoiselle Marsa Laszlo?" asked Michel, a trifle haughtily. "I am here to defend the Princess Zilah, and to avenge Prince Andras.
Frankly, in accents of the deepest love and the most sincere devotion, Andras asked Marsa Laszlo if she would consent to become his wife. But he was terrified at the expression of anguish which passed over the pale face of the young girl. Marsa, Princess Zilah!
As Marsa Laszlo was leaving the boat, Michel Menko stood close to the gangway, doubtless on purpose to speak to her; and, in the confusion of landing, without any one hearing him, he breathed in her ear these brief words: "At your house this evening. I must see you." She gave him an icy glance. Michel Menko's eyes were at once full of tears and flames. "I demand it!" he said, firmly.
She remembered that the one who reposed in the cemetery of Pere-Lachaise, beneath a tomb in the shape of a Russian dome, was her father, as the Tzigana, interred in Hungary, was her mother; and she asked in her prayer, that these two beings, separated in life, should pardon each other in the unknown, obscure place of departed souls. So Marsa Laszlo was left alone in the world.
"Prince," said Marsa Laszlo, suddenly, "do you know that I have been seeking you for a long time, and that when the Baroness Dinati presented you to me, she fulfilled one of my most ardent desires?" "Me, Mademoiselle? You have been seeking me?" "Yes, you. Tisza, of whom I spoke to you, my Tzigana mother, who bore the name of the blessed river of our country, taught me to repeat your name.
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