We have an hour.

If we do not succeed he will never be himself again." "But fifty marks!" Schmidt could not recover from his astonishment.

"Oh, Vjera!" he exclaimed at last, in the simplicity of his heart, "how you must love him!" "I would do more than that--if I could," she answered.

"But come, you will help me, will you not?
I have a ten-mark piece and an old thaler put away at home.

That makes thirteen, and two I have in my pocket, fifteen and--I am afraid that is all," she concluded after a slight hesitation.
"And five are twenty," said the Cossack, producing the six which he had, and taking one silver piece out of the number to be returned to his pocket.