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The traitor himself is pretending to sleep along with his fellows but he is only awaiting the arrival of Fatia Negra and then up he will get and release the captives. It was an artful dodge, your honour!" Szilard felt a tremor running through all his limbs. "You see, sir, you are here alone, but Fatia Negra is never alone. But so far no great harm has been done. We will make him to be alone also.
And now Szilard understood the meaning of the passage "there are obligations in respect to the discharge whereof I am not my sister's brother." This vagabond comedian had an equally vagabond childish ideal, and when he had to make his choice, he flung his arm around her and fled away with her into the wide, wide world. Mr. Margari had got on in the world.
A most awkward position, most awkward. But it does not matter; if her jewels are under lock and key, nobody guards mine." At these words which came straight from the best of hearts, Szilard could not restrain himself from impressing a burning kiss on the countess's hand so affected was he by this outburst of generosity.
It won't do to fire them off for we are lying in wait for big game and at such times one must keep very quiet." Szilard hearkened to the warning and drew the loading out of both his well charged pistols. It is usual when the powder is taken out to blow down the barrel and as he did so now he remarked that something was wrong. The ramrod encountered some soft substance which he drew forth.
She cannot conceive why the cause of her brother's disappearance should be hidden from her. And now I am coming to the end and aim of all this rigmarole. Henrietta believes, and I am likewise convinced of it, that if her brother be alive, there is only one person in the world whom he will try and seek out and that is yourself." "Poor lad! he loved me much," sighed Szilard.
Amongst those who came from afar was a young man from Pest who had an official post in the county, a rare distinction in those days, who was much praised for his culture and who had spoken once or twice very sensibly at Quarter Sessions, a certain Szilard Vamhidy.
I swear to you that to-morrow I will send you twenty thousand ducats." With contemptuous coldness Szilard replied: "Surrender, I will not bargain." "You won't bargain, you crushed worm you! The mouth of my pistol is on a level with your forehead. I have only to press my finger and your head would be shattered and yet you dare to have it out with me? Do you want to save your head?"
And now it was evening and the heavens were full of stars and Szilard began to gaze at the stars and as he did so he forgot all about the official burdens that weighed so heavily upon his shoulders, all about Fatia Negra and the robbers. He fancied that his eyes encountered among the stars the eyes of "another" whom slumber and happiness had deserted just as they had deserted him.
He turned and fled toward the forest. Szilard rushed after him. "Take care," screamed blind Juon. But none heeded him. Fatia Negra flew away before his enemy. At first he left him far behind, but gradually the continuous loss of blood began to weaken him and it also occurred to him that even if he succeeded in distancing his adversary, he would still leave a trail of blood behind him.
"I mean to have yours," said Szilard and he drew a step nearer to the adventurer. "My head, eh? Ha, ha, ha! You would have it would you, and have it here! Take it then!" At that moment a piercing shriek startled the two deadly antagonists and in the adjoining room a white figure fell prone upon the floor.
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