I have seen the people, your father's people." Kalman's face was pale, his voice shaking.

"You have seen?
You understand?
You do not shrink from me ?" He felt his very soul trembling in the balance.
"Shrink from you!" she cried in scorn.

"Were I Russian, I should be like your father!" "Now God be thanked!" cried Kalman.

"That fear is gone.

I fear nothing else.