"The gentleman will be ashamed of you." "I do not care for any gentleman," screamed Kalman.

"He is a black devil," glancing at the black bearded man who stood waiting them at the door of the Fitzpatrick dwelling.
"Hush, hush, you bad boy!" exclaimed Paulina, horrified, laying her hand over the boy's mouth.
The man turned his back upon them, pulled off his black beard, thrust it into his pocket, gave his mustaches a quick turn and faced about upon them.

This transformation froze the boy's fury into silence.

He shrank back to his mother's side.
"Is it the devil ?" he whispered to his mother in Galician.
"Kalman," said the man quietly, in the Russian language, "come to me.

I am your father." The boy gazed at him fearful and perplexed.
"He does not understand," said Paulina in Russian.
"Kalman," repeated his father, using the Galician speech, "come to me.