They looked up at me stupidly and pointed, but just then the "hetman" of the Szgany came out, and seeing them pointing to my window, said something, at which they laughed.
Henceforth no effort of mine, no piteous cry or agonized entreaty, would make them even look at me.

They resolutely turned away.

The leiter-wagons contained great, square boxes, with handles of thick rope.

These were evidently empty by the ease with which the Slovaks handled them, and by their resonance as they were roughly moved.
When they were all unloaded and packed in a great heap in one corner of the yard, the Slovaks were given some money by the Szgany, and spitting on it for luck, lazily went each to his horse's head.
Shortly afterwards, I heard the crackling of their whips die away in the distance.
24 June .-- Last night the Count left me early, and locked himself into his own room.

As soon as I dared I ran up the winding stair, and looked out of the window, which opened South.