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Portrait of Baroness Orczy 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!
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Portrait of Baroness Orczy Baroness Orczy A Son of the People — Chapter 15 (1913)

The proud lord had allowed András, without a word of protest, to take command in the work of rescue.
The young peasant seemed to Bideskúty’s feverish eyes to be in every place at the same time. Now close to the men, to direct their work, now at the park gates to send reassuring messages to the ladies within. For five hours the struggle went on, between man and the element, and, inch by inch, the element was made to yield. Everywhere now, could be seen black and smoky patches, which looked like desolate islands in a sea of flames.
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Portrait of Baroness Orczy Baroness Orczy A Son of the People — Chapter 15 (1913)

András brought his horse to a standstill, close to Bideskúty, and having dismounted, he said:
“My lord, the Pater and I have brought you three hundred willing pairs of hands, who, with God’s help, will at least, save your house and stables from this terrible fire. Now my men,” he added, pointing to the maize fields, “start clearing away that tinder at once. Hack, cut, mow, tear, uproot, let me see who can best devastate one of the finest fields of maize in the county. Take what tools you can; lose no time, and may God bless your work!”
Pater Ambrosius also dismounted.
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