"I am afraid you are right.

But I can never forget--my father was a foreigner, and I am one, and the tragedy of that awful night can never be wiped from her mind.
The curse of it I must bear!" "But, Kalman, you are not ashamed of your blood--of your father ?" Then Kalman lifted up his head and his voice rang out.

"Of my blood?
No.

But it is not hers.

Of my father?
No.