21/23 But his eyes were keen and undimmed, and he walked confidently and erect, like a man who has always lived in the open. His accent was that of a Magyar. He had a smattering of a dozen tongues at his command, for in his time he had crossed and recrossed the Danube, the Rhine, and the Rhone. He followed grimly, like fate, whose agent he was, though long delayed. When he reached the Adlergasse he looked for a sign. |