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Updated: June 21, 2025
She had no thought for men's eyes or men's words: but, as she uttered these words, she fell suddenly on Lorand's neck, drew him with the force of delight to her heart, and covered him with her kisses. The wound reopened in her breast, and as the girl's kisses covered the face of the man she loved, her blood covered his bosom.
"I hope," said the visitor tenderly extending his hand to Lorand, "that that old wrangle which happened ten years ago has long been forgotten by you as it has by me." "And we shall again be faithful comrades and true." One thought ran like lightning in a moment through Lorand's brain.
Czipra had not studied optics, but this optical analysis she understood very well. She did not seem to be paying attention; it seemed as if she did not notice, as if her eyes were not at work; yet she saw and knew everything. Lorand's eyes feasted upon the beautiful maiden's figure.
He anticipated his nephew's letter, told his mother quietly and restrainedly in order that Lorand's letter might be no surprise to her. Now he must write again to her, telling that the bride was coming, and the family vault must be ready for her reception. And curiously Topándy felt no pain in his heart as he thought over it. "Death is after all the best solution of life!"
"Give me your arm, Lorand." She leaned on Lorand's right arm, and motioned to Melanie to take her position on the other side; but the girl did not do so. Instead she clasped her mother's arm, and so they went along the street, the mother waving back affectionately to Topándy, who gazed after them out of the window. Melanie did not utter a single word the whole way.
Since these two slips are nothing but two halves that fit together, of that same letter in which Lorand's good-hearted fairy informed him of Gyáli's treachery; on the opposite side of the slips is still to be seen the handwriting of that deeply honored lady: the date and watermark are still on them." Madame's bosom heaved with anger.
He was some very distant relation of ours; however, he received a payment for Lorand's board, seven hundred florins, a nice sum of money in those days.
After that his hand drooped, his eyes languished, his face became ever more and more yellow. Once again he raised his eyes. They met Lorand's gaze. He wished to smile: in a whisper, straining desperately he said: "Immediately now ... I shall know what is in the foggy spots of the Northern Dog-star: and in the eyeless worm's entrails."
"Put them in the fire," said Gyáli. Desiderius threw two pieces of lilac paper into the fire. They were cold May days; outside the face of nature had been distorted, and it was freezing; in Lorand's fire-place a fire was blazing. The two pieces of paper were at once burnt up. Only they were not those on which the two young men had written their names.
The dumb passion which inflamed Madame Bálnokházy's face, the convulsive terror on the features of the fatal adversary, strove with each other to fill his heart with a great delight. And Melanie? What had she felt during this narration, which made such an ugly figure of the man to whom fate allotted her? Lorand's eyes were intent upon her face too.
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