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He announced his engagement to the society, at once Parisian and foreign, of which he formed a part; and this marriage of the Magyar with the Tzigana was an event in aristocratic circles. There was an aroma of chivalrous romance about this action of Prince Andras, who was rich enough and independent enough to have married, if he had wished, a shepherdess, like the kings of fairy tales.
The Tzigana, taking Vogotzine's arm, led him gently toward the door, a little alarmed at the purple hue of the General's cheeks and forehead. "Come, take a little fresh air," she said to the old soldier, who regarded her with round, expressionless eyes. As they disappeared in the garden, Varhely drew from his pocket the little package given to him by Menko's valet.
I do not fear you. And I leave you the right of doing with those letters what you please!" Then, surveying him from head to foot, as if to measure the degree of audacity to which he could attain, "Adieu!" she said. "Au revoir!" he rejoined coldly, giving to the salutation an emphasis full of hidden meaning. The Tzigana stretched out her hand, and pulled a silken bellcord. A servant appeared.
I love you madly, passionately! Do you understand, Marsa? Do you understand?" and he approached with outstretched hands the Tzigana, whose frame was shaken with indignant anger. "Do you understand? I love you still. I was your lover, and I will, I will be so again."
Then, as the hymn died slowly away in the distance, soft as a sigh, with one last, low, heart-breaking note, Andras Zilah laid the light form of the Tzigana upon the couch; and, winding his arms about her, with his head pillowed upon her breast, he murmured, in a voice broken with sobs: "I will love only, now, what you loved so much, my poor Tzigana.
The one who came through the little path to the pavilion was badly bitten; his tracks can be followed in blood for a long distance a very long distance." "Then," asked Marsa, quickly, "he escaped? He is not dead?" "No, certainly not. He got away." "Ah! Thank heaven for that!" cried the Tzigana, her mind relieved of a heavy weight. "Mademoiselle is too good," said the gardener.
Andras only smiled. "If I were ambitious!" he said to Marsa. Then he added: "But I am ambitious only for your happiness." Marsa's happiness! It was deep, calm, and clear as a lake. It seemed to the Tzigana that she was dreaming a dream, a beautiful dream, a dream peaceful, sweet, and restful. She abandoned herself to her profound happiness with the trustfulness of a child.
She lay there, a mass of white satin and lace, her loosened hair falling upon the carpet, where the pale bridal flowers withered beneath her husband's heel; and Zilah, motionless, his glance wandering from the prostrate woman to the package of letters which burned his fingers, seemed ready to strike, with these proofs of her infamy, the distracted Tzigana, a wolf to threaten, a slave to supplicate.
Marsa closed the door behind her; and, before speaking a word, the two faced each other, as if measuring the degree of hardihood each possessed. The Tzigana, opening fire first, said, bravely and without preamble: "Well, you wished to see me. Here I am! What do you want of me?" "To ask you frankly whether it is true, Marsa, that you are about to marry Prince Zilah."
'Hussad czigany'! The rallying cry of the wandering musicians of the puszta had some element in it like the cherished tones of the distant bells of his fatherland. "Ah! yes, indeed, my dear Baroness," he said; "that is a charming surprise. I need not ask if your Tzigana is pretty; all the Tzigani of my country are adorable, and I am sure I shall fall in love with her."
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