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I
know
now
the
span
of
my
life
.
God
help
me
!
28
May
.
--
There
is
a
chance
of
escape
,
or
at
any
rate
of
being
able
to
send
word
home
.
A
band
of
Szgany
have
come
to
the
castle
,
and
are
encamped
in
the
courtyard
.
These
are
gipsies
.
I
have
notes
of
them
in
my
book
.
They
are
peculiar
to
this
part
of
the
world
,
though
allied
to
the
ordinary
gipsies
all
the
world
over
.
There
are
thousands
of
them
in
Hungary
and
Transylvania
,
who
are
almost
outside
all
law
.
They
attach
themselves
as
a
rule
to
some
great
noble
or
boyar
,
and
call
themselves
by
his
name
.
They
are
fearless
and
without
religion
,
save
superstition
,
and
they
talk
only
their
own
varieties
of
the
Romany
tongue
.
I
shall
write
some
letters
home
,
and
shall
try
to
get
them
to
have
them
posted
.
I
have
already
spoken
to
them
through
my
window
to
begin
acquaintanceship
.
They
took
their
hats
off
and
made
obeisance
and
many
signs
,
which
however
,
I
could
not
understand
any
more
than
I
could
their
spoken
language
...
I
have
written
the
letters
.
Mina
's
is
in
shorthand
,
and
I
simply
ask
Mr.
Hawkins
to
communicate
with
her
.
To
her
I
have
explained
my
situation
,
but
without
the
horrors
which
I
may
only
surmise
.
It
would
shock
and
frighten
her
to
death
were
I
to
expose
my
heart
to
her
.
Should
the
letters
not
carry
,
then
the
Count
shall
not
yet
know
my
secret
or
the
extent
of
my
knowledge
...
.
I
have
given
the
letters
.
I
threw
them
through
the
bars
of
my
window
with
a
gold
piece
,
and
made
what
signs
I
could
to
have
them
posted
.
The
man
who
took
them
pressed
them
to
his
heart
and
bowed
,
and
then
put
them
in
his
cap
.
I
could
do
no
more
.
I
stole
back
to
the
study
,
and
began
to
read
.
As
the
Count
did
not
come
in
,
I
have
written
here
...
The
Count
has
come
.
He
sat
down
beside
me
,
and
said
in
his
smoothest
voice
as
he
opened
two
letters
,
"
The
Szgany
has
given
me
these
,
of
which
,
though
I
know
not
whence
they
come
,
I
shall
,
of
course
,
take
care
.
See
!
"
--
He
must
have
looked
at
it
.
--
"
One
is
from
you
,
and
to
my
friend
Peter
Hawkins
.
The
other
,
"
--
here
he
caught
sight
of
the
strange
symbols
as
he
opened
the
envelope
,
and
the
dark
look
came
into
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
blazed
wickedly
--
"
The
other
is
a
vile
thing
,
an
outrage
upon
friendship
and
hospitality
!
It
is
not
signed
.
Well
!
So
it
can
not
matter
to
us
.
"
And
he
calmly
held
letter
and
envelope
in
the
flame
of
the
lamp
till
they
were
consumed
.
Then
he
went
on
,
"
The
letter
to
Hawkins
,
that
I
shall
,
of
course
send
on
,
since
it
is
yours
.
Your
letters
are
sacred
to
me
.
Your
pardon
,
my
friend
,
that
unknowingly
I
did
break
the
seal
.
Will
you
not
cover
it
again
?
"
He
held
out
the
letter
to
me
,
and
with
a
courteous
bow
handed
me
a
clean
envelope
.
I
could
only
redirect
it
and
hand
it
to
him
in
silence
.
When
he
went
out
of
the
room
I
could
hear
the
key
turn
softly
.
A
minute
later
I
went
over
and
tried
it
,
and
the
door
was
locked
.
When
,
an
hour
or
two
after
,
the
Count
came
quietly
into
the
room
,
his
coming
awakened
me
,
for
I
had
gone
to
sleep
on
the
sofa
.
He
was
very
courteous
and
very
cheery
in
his
manner
,
and
seeing
that
I
had
been
sleeping
,
he
said
,
"
So
,
my
friend
,
you
are
tired
?
Get
to
bed
.
There
is
the
surest
rest
.
I
may
not
have
the
pleasure
of
talk
tonight
,
since
there
are
many
labours
to
me
,
but
you
will
sleep
,
I
pray
.
"
