They were young bloods, you see, and he had nobody to care for him.

And yet it was they who presented the empty pistol at the Jew's head.

The Jew himself pointed them out, but Marczi steadfastly maintained that it was he who frightened the fellow." "So they made him cold against the winter time ?" "Yes, but he didn't very much care.

The hour before his execution he took an affectionate leave of his comrades, and to me he bequeathed his warm old sheepskin.

When the priest asked him whether he had anything upon his conscience, he merely said the only thing that grieved him was the thought that he would never again be able in this life to eat his fill of well peppered _gulyas_[15] such as old Ripa knew how to cook.
They humoured him, and I was sent into the kitchen to prepare it.