Mór Jókai

Mór Jókai

Summary

Portrait of Mór Jókai Mór Jókai Dr. Dumany's Wife

I felt the heavy load on my heart, and once for a moment, when I was not observed by anybody, I heaved a sigh and said, 'God bless us!' It must have been at the moment of the catastrophe, for my heart ached with some vague and gloomy presentiment. Oh, me! our neglected prayer, and such a fearful chastisement! Tell me! Who is that terrible being that watches us so relentlessly, and if he catches us napping but once, hurls down those we love into death and destruction?"
Her marble-white face, her large wide-open eyes, gave her the look of a spirit.
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Portrait of Mór Jókai Mór Jókai Dr. Dumany's Wife

Such a Lord Byron face!"
"Well, this is really audacious!" cried Siegfried, "with such a face to appear before ladies! Coarse and stubby like that of a Slav field-labourer, and yet such a young lady as that calls it a Lord Byron face! Now I see that the old proverb is right, and a man has to be but one shade handsomer than the Devil, for women will find him handsome enough."
"Only that the proverb is a paradox in itself. The Evil One is not ugly; on the contrary, he is beautiful!"
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Portrait of Mór Jókai Mór Jókai Dr. Dumany's Wife

I have never been the degraded wretch you believed me to be, have never been the mistress of another man, never listened to his words of love, so help me God! Siegfried was not my betrayer, he was my assassin! He made use of Diodora's and Cenni's absence from the house, at a time when a slight illness had prevented me from accompanying them, to drug my wine at the table, and during the lethargy caused by the soporific potion he slew my soul! Devil as he is, he took a devilish revenge, because I had shown him my contempt and abhorrence.
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