Baroness Orczy,
A Son of the People — Chapter 15
(1913)
“ The pride of our county of Heves, of the entire Hungarian lowland is laid to dust, when dastardly hands wreak cowardly vengeance on innocent beasts of burden. Come father, let us go; you can come back, when your work of praying is done; as for me, if I am not fortunate enough, to bury myself and my shame in the flames that devastate the land of which I was so proud, I will to-morrow, collect my household goods and, like the czigány tramp wander away across the puszta, in search of a spot where I can once more speak to an honest man. Let Pater Ambrosius pass! ”
