[winGTK] treat his only son, wh

[Hudy <cha...@ny...>]

Or? Suddenly the light of two brilliant flashes illuminated the night
for a moment: then two deafening reports, that could be produced only by
a weapon of heavy calibre. So easy to pick out the dull thunder roar
from those other crackling splutterings that followed at once. What was
that? Could they be fighting in the open? Could they have come out into
the courtyard? Could they have received aid from some unexpected
quarter? The crack of fire-arms lasted a few minutes longer. Twice again
could be heard that particular roar, and then all was quiet again. Were
they done for already? For a long time no sound, far or near. Sarvoelgyi
looked and listened in restless impatience. He wished to pierce the
night with his eyes, he wished to hear voices through this numbing
stillness. He put his ear to the opening in the iron shutter. Some one
knocked at the shutter from without. Startled, he looked out. The old
gypsy woman was there: creeping along beside the wall she had come this
far unnoticed. "Sarvoelgyi," said the woman in a loud whisper:
"Sarvoelgyi, do you hear? They have seized the money: the magistrate has
it. Take care!" Then she disappeared as noiselessly as she had come. In
a moment the sweat on Sarvoelgyi's body turned to ice. His teeth
chattered from fever. What the gypsy woman had said was, for him, the
terror of death. The most evident proof was in the hands of the law:
before the awful deed had been accomplished, the hand that directed it
had been betrayed. And perhaps the terrible butchery was now in its last
stage. They were torturing the victims!