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Timar got tired of this groschen business, and suddenly cried, "I will give ten thousand gulden for the whole cargo." When the bidders heard this they ran away, and it would have been in vain to run after them. The official auctioneer accepted Timar's offer, and gave over the whole cargo to him as his property. Every one thought him mad. What could he do with such a mass of soaked grain?
That artificial white complexion could be attained by any school-girl who chose to eat chalk and burned coffee-berries." She spoke to Timar, but looked toward Herr Katschuka. He, however, was glancing at the large mirror in which one could see when Timéa came back. Athalie saw it, and it did not escape Timar's notice.
"It is true, and at first I found it very difficult, but by degrees I got used to it, and then it was easy enough. Work is wholesome." What a sad reproach! a young wife who finds consolation in work. Michael drew Timéa's hand to him. Deep sadness clouded his brow, his heart was heavy. If only he knew what Timéa was thinking. The key of the desk was constantly in Timar's mind.
Then Noémi said, 'Ask the child the dog will obey him. I begged Dodi's help. The boy is kind-hearted; he had pity on me, and put his arms round Almira; then the dog let go, and the child kissed her." A tear ran down Timar's cheek. "So I was provided with another memento," said Theodor Krisstyan, as he pushed his dirty, blood-stained shirt-sleeve down from his shoulder.
But what would she not have done to be baptized? "You see," said Athalie, often in Timar's presence, "without this hope in her mind we should never have induced her to be converted and to study in order to be baptized." So it was quite a pious work to turn the child's head, and make her fancy she was already betrothed.
But I have told her something else besides the place you go to when you are not at home the secret joys of the ownerless island the intrigue with another woman the deceit you practice on her. I tell her about Noémi and little Dodi. Now shall I drive another thorn under your nails?" Timar's breast heaved with heavy panting sobs. "Well, as you say nothing, we will proceed," said the cruel torturer.
And Athalie is a very pretty and clever young lady." "Yes, yes; but you need not praise Athalie to me like a horse you take to market. Let us rather talk of your affairs." If Katschuka had been able to look into Timar's heart he would have found that what they had been talking of was his friend's affair.
He got rid of his stock of grain, sold his ships, borrowed from the usurers, and made use of trust-money committed to his care. This time he was safe! Timar was in the swim. He was the worst off, for he had bought cheap and would make a very small profit. But this, too, was perfidy on Timar's part. It was a coup aimed at the head of Herr Brazovics.
A feeble subterfuge occurred to Timar's heart, which he used to gain time. "But the island belongs to Noémi, not to me." "A very true observation; but my request is not altered by that fact. The island belongs to Noémi, but Noémi belongs to you." "What do you mean?" asked Timar, wildly. "Now don't roll your eyes; don't you know you are fast bound? Let us take it all as it comes.
The visions are akin to the delusions of madness; they turn on one fixed idea, and however the detail may change, the central figure returns ever and again to the surface. In Timar's wandering there was one of these dominating figures a woman. Not Timéa, but Noémi of her he continually spoke. Timéa's name never passed his lips she did not fill his soul.
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