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Altogether the things that umbrella has done are wonderful, especially the fact that it has brought luck and riches to the priest of Glogova." A dark suspicion took possession of Gyuri, and when the candles were relighted, it was to be seen he was as pale as death. "Is the priest rich?" he asked. "Very rich," answered Mrs. Szliminszky.
What are you making such a face for? You surely don't mean to argue with me? Over you come now!" The beloved martyr changed places with his wife, and now Mrs. Szliminszky was on the opposite side of the table, next to Wibra; but he was entirely taken up with Veronica, who was chattering to her heart's content.
Szliminszky had no answer ready, so, according to her usual custom, she turned to her husband and began worrying him. "Wladin, cut the fat off that meat." Wladin frowned. "But, my dear, that is just the best bit." "Never mind, Wladin, I can't allow it. Your health is the first consideration." And Wladin obediently cut off the fat bits. "Why is your coat unbuttoned? Don't you feel how cold it is?
They keep it as a relic in the church of Glogova." "Thank God!" He drew a deep breath, as though a great weight had fallen from him. "Found!" he murmured. He thought he would have fallen from his chair in his joy. "And to whom does it belong? To the Church?" asked Gyuri. "It may be yours once," said Mrs. Szliminszky.
After the shouts of acclamation had died away, Wladin Szliminszky called out: "Now it is my turn!" "Wladin, don't make a speech!" cried his wife. "You know it is bad for your lungs to speak so loud."
"I will believe anything you like, only don't be afraid of me." Veronica smiled slightly. "It would be a shame not to believe it," struck in Mrs. Szliminszky, "for it is a fact there is plenty to prove it. If you don't believe that, you don't believe anything. Either the miracles in the Bible are true, and if so, this is true too, or ..."
He drew nearer to her, and suddenly seized hold of her hand, pressing it convulsively. The good lady could not make out why. "He found something in the umbrella, did he not?" he asked, panting. Mrs. Szliminszky shrugged her white shoulders, half visible through the lace insertion of her dress. "Why, what could he find in an umbrella? It is not a box, nor an iron case.
For instance, look at a Hebe, with its black and red under-wings, do not they match beautifully with the yellow and blue-top wings! And then the Tiger, with its brown and yellow-spotted dress! Believe me, the renowned Worth might with advantage take a walk in the woods, and learn the art of combining shades from the butterflies." "Gently, Wladin!" called out Mrs. Szliminszky at this moment.
Soon after the Szliminszky pair started for home, accompanied by a man carrying a lantern. Mrs. Szliminszky had made Wladin put on a light spring coat, hung a long cloak over his shoulders, tied a big woollen scarf round his neck, and having ordered him only to breathe through his nose, once they were out, she turned to Gyuri again.
Madame Krisbay, startled by the sudden darkness, gave vent to a little scream, and Klempa seized the opportunity to exclaim: "I assure you it was not I!" There was a general confusion in the darkness, but Mrs. Szliminszky, wanting to prove she was above being troubled by such trifles, quietly continued her conversation with Gyuri. "It is a pretty little legend, Mr. Wibra.
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