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Updated: June 20, 2025
When Timar's oar struck one of these polyp-like fungi, the venomous dust shot out like a blue flame. The roots of this plant live in a fetid slime which would suffocate man or beast who should fall into it; nature has given this vegetable murderer a habitat where it is least accessible.
A huge, black Newfoundland dog was lying before the door. A woman's voice answered Timar's "good-morning," and the dog raised no objection to the captain going indoors. "It never hurts good people," said the woman. Timar explained his mission.
Timar's face brightened. "Then I did get angry. I am well known to be an admirer of the fair sex, but this insult demanded satisfaction. 'Well, I will just show you that you will come with me, if you don't allow me to stop here. You will follow me of your own accord' and with that I took little Dodi's hand to lead him away. "Devil!" cried Timar.
"A thousand ducats." "What!" cried Brazovics, and pushed Timéa off his knee; "only a thousand ducats? Michael, you have stolen the rest!" Something stirred in Timar's face. "Here is the autograph will of the deceased. He declares therein that he has given over to me a thousand ducats in gold, and his remaining property is contained in the cargo, which consists of ten thousand measures of wheat."
"Then who has looked after you and provided you so well with traveling comforts?" asked Noémi. "Who but our Herr Johann Fabula?" "Oh, the honest steersman! is he here too?" "He is loading the ship on the other bank." Therese guessed Timar's thought, but she would not be behind him in delicate tact. She wished to show him that she had no scruple about leaving him alone with Noémi.
"My request is," said Timéa, "if you take me to wife, and this house becomes yours again, and I the mistress in your house, that you should allow my adopted mother who received me, an orphan, and my adopted sister with whom I have grown up, to remain here with me. Regard them as my mother and sister, and treat them as kindly." An involuntary tear fell from Timar's eye.
At this moment a couple of snipe rose with their shrill cry close to the island. Timar's first thought was of the savory dish they would make for Timéa's supper. In an instant he had shouldered his gun, and with a well-aimed right and left brought down both snipe. But the next moment he was himself on the ground.
The stars glittered in heaven and sparkled from their frozen mirror: no breath disturbed the silence of the night. Then Michael heard behind him a voice which greeted him with "Good-evening, sir." At the door of the bedroom stood, between the two lights of the lamp and the fire, a figure, at sight of which Timar's blood ran cold.
And what is passing meanwhile on the ownerless island? Forty years have passed since Timar's disappearance from Komorn, and the island is now a complete model farm. Recently, a friend of mine, an ardent naturalist, took me to the island. I had heard as a child of Timar and his wealth. Every inch of ground is utilised or serves to beautify the place.
You will be rich; and think gratefully of the loving father who has cared for you so kindly." Timar's throat swelled as he thought, "And who died to secure your liberty, and killed himself in order to endow you with the joys of life." And then he looked with surprise into the girl's face. Timéa had not changed a feature while he spoke, and no tear had fallen.
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