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  1     I|          stick there till you grew old, or carry your waggon away
  2     I|  far-extending dike. The lumbering old vehicle on its high springs
  3     I|           reins were handled by an old coachman with the figure
  4     I|         the way. On the box sat an old coachman in an embroidered
  5     I|           there by the side of the old gentleman. The cold wet
  6     I|            Aha!"~ ~"A mad, doating old fellow, of whom I could
  7     I|            my coffin!" shouted the old man, deeply agitated, and
  8     I|            my coachman!" thundered old Kárpáthy, springing from
  9     I|      Abellino laughed aloud at the old fellow's impotent rage.~ ~"
 10     I|        chance. Come, come, my good old boy, don't be waxy. I can
 11     I|            from under him, but the old man cried -~ ~"Leave everything
 12    II|     bread-wasters know Abellino of old, for Hungarian magnates
 13    II|           very respectable-looking old gentleman of about seventy,
 14    II|           wench. Or it may be some old inclination which, after
 15    II|            mean to say, so long as old John Kárpáthy is alive,
 16    II|        only thinking that the poor old fellow's health may be shattered
 17   III|           community to keep up our old customs, and to improve
 18   III|            ears; one or two of the old racers slightly pawed the
 19   III|       spreading like wildfire, and old Kárpáthy began to suffer
 20   III|     protocols were being read, the old gentleman, observing how
 21   III|          with all their eyes - the old gentleman, I say, was so
 22    IV|      sister living in the city, an old maid who had withdrawn from
 23    IV|      ridiculous, partly malevolent old lady heard of her younger
 24    IV|         immediate contact with the old lady's withered hands, and
 25    IV|     looking without a smile at the old maid's old-fashioned garments?~ ~
 26    IV|           your girls, they are now old enough to help themselves.
 27    IV|            about them are not very old, and so betray their poverty
 28    IV|            had sold herself. Those old spinsters, who have never
 29    IV|          noisy and frequented. The old luxury, frivolity, and extravagance
 30    IV|           was already twelve years old, and she promised to be
 31    IV|            behold! a dry, wrinkled old maid in a shabby black dress
 32    IV|          It was Aunt Teresa!~ ~The old spinster, without deigning
 33    IV|        knew not whether to ask the old lady to take a chair, or
 34    IV|       daughter who is twelve years old; in a short time she will
 35    IV|               With these words the old spinster turned her back
 36    IV|          pater-familias, "that the old kindliness which you formerly
 37    IV|           you."~ ~"Poor Fanny, the old faggot will beat you, too."~ ~"
 38     V|            he and Teresa had grown old. Teresa had never married
 39     V|         years she had been growing old and grey, but she had never
 40     V|     consolations of the two worthy old spinsters, she lay in a
 41     V|           123]~ ~Meanwhile the two old ladies were concocting a
 42     V|            be worsted by a pair of old women! Why, l'esprit de
 43     V|           greeted one another like old acquaintances.~ ~"Look ye,
 44     V|        genuine grief!" thought the old lady to herself.[Pg 125]~ ~"
 45     V|        correct - that that austere old lady would have incontinently
 46     V|        entreaties drove the worthy old spinster at last into such
 47     V|            to her in advance by an old lackey.[Pg 130]~ ~What fine
 48    VI|           a word about it. The two old people often laid their
 49    VI|         family council.~ ~The good old people tried to find out
 50    VI| beautifully in church."~ ~Aha! the old story!~ ~"And marry her
 51    VI|         accept our assistance, for old acquaintance sake, we are
 52    VI|       aside, as they are evidently old acquaintances," said Rudolf. "
 53   VII|  congratulatory odes, and set fine old folk-ballads to music; the
 54   VII|         making use of a ramshackle old calèche, to which he attached
 55   VII|         filled with the mummies of old deeds and discharged accounts,
 56   VII|      Behind him [Pg 157]stands the old heyduke Palko in a laced
 57   VII|        laced dolman. He is just as old as they are. All three have
 58   VII|     together, all three have grown old together; and now, too,
 59   VII|     together in the courtyard. The old fellow's head is grey now,
 60   VII|       looks through," murmured the old servant to himself.~ ~Thereupon
 61   VII|        heaven! Let us stick by the old agreement. What is that
 62   VII|          My dear younger brother," old Kárpáthy began to dictate, "
 63   VII|            be good kinsmen."~ ~The old man's eyes were wet while
 64   VII|         many as muck," replied the old servant; thereby showing
 65   VII|            only a good-for-nothing old heyduke. What right have
 66   VII|            It will be fine!"~ ~The old fellow took as much delight
 67   VII|            Jock, according to good old custom, had fifty ducats
 68   VII|            no use.~ ~It was a good old custom on Master Jock's
 69   VII|            Why, what's come to the old chap?" murmured the guests
 70   VII|       other artless games, for the old men there was wine and spirits,
 71   VII|          wine and spirits, and the old women had enough to do to
 72   VII|            enough to do to talk of old and young alike.~ ~On reaching
 73   VII|            then!" cried the worthy old gentleman, involuntarily
 74   VII|            brother Béla!" said the old man.~ ~"Why, what the devil
 75   VII|     öszibaraczk liqueur, ten years old, with wheat-bread sippets,
 76   VII|          of the sort," growled the old servant, sulkily.~ ~The
 77   VII|           It came from the lips of old John Kárpáthy, who had thus
 78   VII|   melancholy intelligence that the old gentleman had not indeed
 79   VII|       favour. The moments of their old master, they said, were
 80   VII|            estate agent, Palko the old heyduke, and Vidra the gipsy,
 81   VII|     revived in his own favour some old customs. What news from
 82   VII|           The letter, which was in old John Kárpáthy's own handwriting,
 83   VII|          he, "I verily believe the old chap means to live for ever!"[
 84  VIII|        Abellino's masterpiece. The old bucks, on the other hand,
 85  VIII|           doorstep. At other times old gipsy women sneaked into
 86  VIII|           descend therefrom.~ ~The old gentleman approached Master
 87  VIII|            First of all," said the old gentleman, regarding the
 88  VIII|       under the title of 'the good old fool.' I would employ the
 89  VIII|               Alexander," said his old master, "your handiwork
 90  VIII|        Alexander gently raised the old man's hand to his lips,
 91  VIII|            tears trickled from the old[Pg 196] man's eyes. He himself
 92  VIII|          possibly be amiable to an old fellow of over seventy,
 93  VIII|           to marry him?" asked the old man, sadly.~ ~"If it would
 94  VIII|           from the eyes of the two old people. They loved the young
 95  VIII|            they were!~ ~So the two old people kissed the girl and
 96  VIII|            youth and the grotesque old man, both of whom wanted
 97  VIII|           surprise awaited the two old guardians. Fanny told Boltay
 98  VIII|          Fanny told Boltay that if old Kárpáthy should send for
 99    IX|           and wretchedness, and so old and haggard. Might I see
100    IX|           tiny feet but two little old house-slippers, and consequently
101    IX|              On the appointed day, old Kárpáthy - if it be right
102    IX|           our intending bridegroom old - sent Palko to Boltay's,
103    IX|          candles are extinguished, old women can chatter their
104    IX|     perfect contentment so long as old Boltay lives. God preserve
105    IX|        children, and when she gets old they'll pitch her into the
106    IX|           herself would be getting old by then. It is not a fair
107    IX|        will not make a fool of her old mother. She is, indeed,
108    IX|           Boltay is coming."~ ~The old man entered, wished them
109    IX|       Boltay.~ ~"Hum!" growled the old gentleman, fancying that
110    IX|            and gave the message to old Palko, who communicated
111    IX|         and what had become of the old Nabob? Could any one have
112    IX|   something behind here," said the old servant.~ ~"What have we
113    IX|           reason.~ ~"I suppose the old people took her to town?"
114    IX|            had known each other of old, without his or any one
115    IX|          his own eyes, whether the old Nabob, on[Pg 233] whose
116    IX|         the house as if he were an old acquaintance, at the same
117     X|           inherited that name - an old gentleman with the reputation
118     X|          family of ill-repute. The old gentleman was either very
119     X|          approval, by the hands of old Mr. Varga, the steward.
120     X|    strangely attracted towards the old man. There are some persons
121     X|         his hand, and, despite the old man's strenuous efforts
122     X|         fashion, which plunged the old fellow into the most unutterable
123     X|          an honour," stammered the old steward, very circumspectly
124     X|          the confusion of the good old man, turned towards him
125     X|            kind to me?"~ ~The good old man felt his heart fortified
126     X|         like?" she inquired of the old man.~ ~"Verily, I should
127     X|           suppose) - "and a pretty old suit it is by this time!
128     X|         Squire John was already an old man when I was your age;
129     X|           but himself" - (i.e. the old fool is afraid to show her,
130     X|      mother."~ ~Shortly afterwards old Kárpáthy and Dame Marion
131     X|          Dame Marion returned with old Kárpáthy from the family
132     X|    conversing with each other like old, like good old, acquaintances.~ ~"
133     X|          other like old, like good old, acquaintances.~ ~"Ah, ha!"
134     X|          whatever to be jealous of old John Kárpáthy, or that Kárpáthy
135     X|         walls.~ ~No sooner had the old wet blanket disappeared
136    XI|         sorrow have made her quite old within the last two years."~ ~"
137  XIII|          few drops of thirty-years old szilvorium: everything was
138  XIII|            the grooms, and finding old Paul there, said to him,
139  XIII|         beast. He was evidently an old stager, who would give the
140  XIII|           the Berettyo. The crafty old fellow had succeeded in
141  XIII|          far behind him.~ ~But now old Matyi, the wolf-grey, solitary
142  XIII|           match for him. It was an old fox, and they knew each
143  XIII|        Again the fox practised his old wiles, darting aside, crouching
144  XIII|          run away with her. Flora, old Palko, Mike Kis, and Count
145  XIII|        severely with Death than an old one, and throws him off
146  XIII|            listened to that honest old woman she would now be sitting
147  XIII|         But her husband, that good old fellow, what of him?~ ~Only
148  XIII|            could bear! The foolish old man went down on his knees
149  XIII|        grew more and more like her old self. And then she would
150  XIII|        servants that if any of her old visitors came to see her,
151    XV|       elegant chambers and all his old renown, carrying on his
152    XV|            renown, carrying on his old business of amalgamating
153    XV|            Kis. It says, too, that old Squire John himself invites
154    XV|      should you think so?"~ ~"That old man has completely changed.
155    XV|           amiable even in advanced old age. The day that I encountered
156    XV|          me."~ ~"It may be so. The old man is quite capable of
157   XVI|          unexpectedly suggested to old Jock that he should sue
158  XVII|            up his mind to conquer. Old Kárpáthy would not trouble
159  XVII|           their castle at Madaras. Old[Pg 318] Kárpáthy had yielded
160  XVII|         friend?" insisted the good old man.~ ~"It is not Flora,"
161  XVII|           and stone statues of the old castle seemed to be dancing
162 XVIII|          clubs as it is painted on old Hungarian cards.~ ~Abellino
163 XVIII|            what, pray, is the dear old gentleman up to now?"~ ~"
164 XVIII|          kisses, and embraces. The old gentleman is as sound as
165 XVIII|         self-abandonment. And that old scoundrel, her husband,
166   XIX|        these things from that good old fellow, John Kárpáthy."~ ~
167   XIX|       Flora and Teresa.~ ~The good old aunt, with clasped hands,
168   XIX|            of pity.~ ~And the good old Nabob fell down on his knees
169    XX|          they reached a ramshackle old wooden bridge, the visitor
170    XX|        time.~ ~"Here we will stop, old comrade. You return to the
171    XX|            opened his heart to the old people. He meant, he said,
172    XX|         else in the world. The two old people did not attempt to
173   XXI|             Rudolf shrunk back.~ ~"Old friend, that's not a fit
174   XXI|         Look, everything is in its old place - there the lamp by
175   XXI|        hero he was, to comfort his old friend in the days of his[
176   XXI|        spoken.~ ~"'How foolish the old man must have grown in his
177   XXI|          her; my faithful servant, old Paul, will know which it
178   XXI|          his heart, so that in his old age he may not repent him
179   XXI|            Szentirmay."~ ~The good old man warmly pressed the hands
180   XXI|                Oh, sir!" the other old man would have murmured;
181   XXI|         move.~ ~"To him I leave my old servant Paul, and old Vidra
182   XXI|           my old servant Paul, and old Vidra the jester, and the
183   XXI|         have to be discharged from old age or infirmity. The general
184   XXI|      simple ceremony was over, the old man said to the priest -~ ~"
185   XXI|          taking it all in; and the old man kissed his little lips
186   XXI|          round among all the other old fellows, and he looked at
187   XXI|         till the morrow.~ ~And the old servant waiting upon them
188  XXII|         and came face to face with old Paul.~ ~"What is the matter?"
189  XXII|            matter?" said he.~ ~The old servant would have spoken,
190  XXII|      disturbing passions, only the old ancestral dignity was visible
191  XXII|     quietly that even the faithful old servant, who slept in the
192  XXII|         merry ones. Not one of his old acquaintances remained away;
193  XXII|           heir was only six months old, he had to be carried, and
194  XXII|            Happy child!~ ~The good old Nabob was committed to his
195 Words| familiarity between a young and an old man.~ ~Betyár, a vagabond,