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A Hungarian Nabob

CHAPTER VII
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We know, of course, that early morning dreams are the sweetest.

And he dreamt that he was speaking to his eagerly desired nephew Bela, sitting beside him, and drinking the loving cup with him; and so it came about that the sun was already high in the heavens when Palko shook him out of his slumbers by bawling in his ear: "Get up! Here are your boots!" Master Jock leaped out of his bed with the vigour of a sprightly lad.
The first question he asked was: "Has any one come ?" "As many as muck," replied the old servant; thereby showing _his_ appreciation of the arrivals.
"Is Mike Kis here ?" continued Master Jock, as he drew on his boots.
"He was the first of all.

His father could not have been a gentleman; no gentleman could have had a son who is up and about two hours after dawn." "Who else is here ?" "There's Mike Horhi.

No sooner had he got to the door than he suddenly recollected that he had left his tobacco-pouch in the inn at Szabadka, and would have gone back for it had I not torn him out of the carriage by force." "The fool! And who else is there ?" "All the good birds of the order of gentleman have already appeared.
Friczi Kalotai is also here, in his own conveyance.

I wonder where he stole it ?" "But you're as big a fool as he, Palko.


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