A Son of the People: A Romance of the Hungarian Plains

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Greening & Company Limited, 1906 - English fiction - 354 pages
 

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Page 266 - And by all these things the faith of believers is confirmed to the praise and glory of our Lord Jesus Christ, who liveth and reigneth with God the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, world without end.
Page 212 - Your Honour is the only person in the lowlands who speaks to me as to a man, and not to a dog. You have never borrowed money of me, and given me a blow as part interest. Once I fainted in the heat of the sun : you had me taken inside your house and tended me, till I was able to be on my feet again : when every other peasant or lord in the county would have kicked the fainting Jew to one side.
Page 38 - For full five minutes Rosenstein the Jew stood at the gates, his thin hands clutching the iron fretwork, his colourless eyes aglow with inward passion, the very personification, the living statue of a deadly, revengeful hatred. For full five minutes he stood there, till he saw a graceful vision in white come wandering down the sweet-scented alley, then he once more turned towards the village and went his way.
Page 36 - ... another into his mouth. He tried to struggle, but in vain; his tormentors had a very tight hold of him, and when he made futile efforts not to swallow the morsels forbidden by the laws of his race, they held his mouth and nose in a tight grip, so that he was forced to swallow, lest he should choke.
Page 26 - The next moment the Jew, with doubled spine and obsequious bow, entered humbly into the room. As the Countess sailed majestically past him, he tried to stoop still lower, and to kiss the hem of her gown, but gathering her skirts closely round her, and without vouchsafing him the merest look, she left her husband alone with him.
Page 3 - As for me, I must confess to an absorbing, a passionate fondness for the lowlands, the wild, mysterious plains of Hungary, that lie, deep down, between the Danube and the Theisz, and, whenever I stand on those vast pusztas ^ it always seems to me that the mind must be more free, when the gaze can wander untrammelled to that far-distant horizon, which fancy can people at its own sweet will.
Page 99 - ... and once more brought, floating before her mind, visions of a handsome young face, with a pair of dark eyes 'which, somehow, always made her blush when they met her own, and to her ear the softly whispered words, sweeter than song of birds or chorus of angels: "I love you, Ilonka!

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