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She wanted to run away, to take her own life? Oh, how dreadful for such a beautiful creature to be sick of life. That overbearing fellow, that scoundrel! Psia krew, why couldn't he die? Then she would be free. He had not meant anything when he had said before, "But he won't go on living for ever." It had merely been a phrase, used in order to console the poor woman.
But very soon Mrs. Tiralla took entire possession of his thoughts. He looked around and listened for her step, and strained his eyes so in the dark that they watered. Was he to leave the house without a single kiss? Psia krew, he would not do that. He swore in an undertone, for he had suddenly grown brutal. He would be paid, paid for every visit.
Her voice was unsteady, hesitating. She felt that he suspected something, and it terrified her. "Oh, I don't know, leave me," she said suddenly, in a faint voice, and broke into a hopeless fit of sobbing, terrified and completely confused. "Psia krew!" Mr. Tiralla raised his brows, and his eyes wandered restlessly from his wife to the little box in his hand, and then from the poison to his wife.
He shouted to Marianna to fetch beer and gin, and then told his wife to bring out some food. "We've got plenty." Then, without rising from the bench, he seized hold of the schoolmaster with the words, "Take a seat, pray," and forced him down on the nearest chair in spite of his resistance. "We're pleased to give you it. Psia krew, only no excuses."
But then, when her husband had appeared, had placed himself near the bed in which she lay so feeble, so weak, so at his mercy, and had said with such a satisfied smirk, "Psia krew, we've done that well!" then she could not restrain herself any longer. The nurse had hastened to the bedside, quite terrified, and had made the sign of the cross "All good spirits!"
"Psia krew, why so late? Come, my dears, come along." Rosa let her mother's arm go. Swinging her basket in the air she ran up to her father, "Mushrooms, mushrooms." She was glowing with happiness. He stroked her flying hair away from her face and patted her cheeks. "My darling, my consolation." Why did her father look so serious? He was low-spirited.
Tiralla shouted with a loud voice, "Little Böhnke, heigh, little Böhnke. Psia krew! where are your ears?" The schoolmaster gave a start. He hesitated for a moment; there was the corner, should he not get out of the way quickly, as though he had not heard the call? However, he crossed the street. There sat Mr.
The old man drinks the whole day, you pray the whole day, and there's not a bit of happiness in the house. Psia krew, let the lightning " "Sh!" She laid her hand on his mouth soothingly. "You mustn't swear, Mikolai," she begged softly, "it's sinful. Come, sit down." She drew him with her to her chair near the window, the only seat in the narrow room except the stool beside Marianna's bed.
To be pious was all well and good Martin liked to go to Mass every Sunday, and regularly went to confession as an orthodox Christian is expected to do but in a convent! ugh! He shuddered. "Psia krew!" he burst out, "such a young girl doesn't know what she's doing. You shouldn't let her, Mrs. Tiralla," he said, almost upbraidingly. Why did the beautiful woman blink at him so with her black eyes?
Tiralla! a grimace partly of horror at what she had done, partly of triumphant delight, distorted the woman's face crash they lay at the bottom. But not the horses and not the carriage, only Mr. Tiralla and his wife. The clever animals had stopped short as though they recognized the danger, and were now standing quite close to the edge, their bits covered with foam. "Psia krew!" Mr.
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