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Swithin looked round, and saw the tall Hungarian holding out his hand. He took it, thinking, 'What a fool I've been! ' There was something in the Hungarian's gesture which said, "You are worthy of me!"
It was annoying, but rather impressive. The man seemed even taller than before; there was a cut on his cheek, the blood from which was trickling down his beard. "You English! " he said. "I saw you stone Haynau-I saw you cheer Kossuth. The free blood of your people cries out to us. " He looked at Swithin. "You are a big man, you have a big soul-and strong, how you flung them down! Ha! " Swithin had an impulse to take to his heels. "My name," said the Hungarian, "is Boleskey. You are my friend. " His English was good.