There are such lots of nice things yet." "I can't eat, Irma, when I think of that--of that man.

I choke here," pointing to his throat.
"Well, well, we won't think of him to-night.

Some day very soon, we shall be free from him.

Sit down and eat." But the boy remained standing, his face overcast with a fierce frown.
"Some day," he muttered, more to himself than to his sister, "I shall kill him." "Not to-day, at any rate, Kalman," said his sister, brightening up.

"Let us forget it to-night.