Here are two pistols: each of us will take one of them and point it at the other's heart, each will utter the name that is last in her thoughts, and that will be the last word that will ever pass her lips.

Now you may go on your errand and need not fear for us." Manasseh's feelings were too deep for utterance.

Without a word he kissed the dear ones before him and then left the house and hastened away.

He turned his face toward St.George.He was alone and had not even a stick in his hand.
It was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

To a good pedestrian St.
George is only half an hour's walk from Toroczko.