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His fury subsided as he remained quietly in his place, but deep down in his heart there was born a hatred for Mr. Tiralla. The dancers also fell down more frequently. The boards shook, and the clouds of dust became thicker and thicker. The ballroom was gloomy and oppressive. Mrs. Tiralla's dress no longer flew about as it had done during the first part of the evening.
And the old pines on the outskirts of the Przykop used to bend their tops at night in the direction of the farm, and groan as though the souls of those who could find no rest were moaning in their branches. And the rats, too, that had remained quiet for so long in the cellar, had begun again to glide from corner to corner, and through Mrs. Tiralla's dreams like ghosts that were pursuing her. Mr.
Then she thumped with her fist so that the window panes rattled. He started up and came to the window. He uttered a suppressed cry in his fear and joy at seeing her standing there. He tore the window open, and his hands trembled as he stretched them out. She had come, come to him? He stared at her with glassy eyes, his breath smelt of drink like Mr. Tiralla's.
Sophia had run to the priest and had wept and lamented when her mother had said to her, "Be happy, Mr. Tiralla wants to marry you." No, she wouldn't have him, she didn't want to marry at all. Even now, after the lapse of fifteen years, Mrs. Tiralla's heart swelled with bitterness when she lay awake at night and thought of the way she had been treated.
Well, then, she would just give her a piece of her mind, she would let her know that there had been poison in it. Mrs. Tiralla, however, took no notice of what had been said. Marianna kept her eyes fixed on her mistress. Who could say what the Pani was thinking of now? But no deeper colour came into Mrs. Tiralla's face. The maid felt quite bewildered.
They'll soon be eating the hair off our heads." Mrs. Tiralla nodded. Then she said, "You can come to my room afterwards, and I'll give you the apron I've promised you." "And the lace," said the maid, "the lace which the Pani showed me the other day, I'll put it on my apron." "My lace on your apron!" Mrs. Tiralla's pale face grew red with anger. "Are you mad?"
Tiralla's shoulders. Sophia Tiralla did not seem to notice all these looks. She gave herself up to the pleasures of the dance like a child like a little innocent child. All her misery had been wiped away for this short hour. What did it matter to her that all these men stared at her in the same way as her husband always did? Her blood did not course more quickly on that account. Let them!
He gave a loud cough; he had never been there before, and did not know where to knock. He scraped his feet, and as there was still no sign of anybody he called out in a polite voice, "May I come in? Hallo! is nobody at home?" Then he heard Mr. Tiralla's voice coming from the room on the right, "Come in, come in, it's very comfortable here." The schoolmaster knocked at the door. "Confound you!
Tiralla's room almost noisily; she was right, there he lay snoring, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open. Quick, quick! She looked round the room; there stood the old bureau. But, alas, he had got the trousers on in which he always kept the bunch of keys.
He had never laid so much weight on appearances before his mother was a very unassuming woman, and his sisters, oh, dear! but he had been spoiled since he had made Mrs. Tiralla's acquaintance. She was always beautiful, and especially so this evening. He almost devoured her with his eyes. How splendid she looked in that dainty white dress.
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