Category: Novels

The Day of Wrath

The first of these three houses is outside the village on a great green hill, round which the herds of the village peacefully crop the pasture. Only now and then does one or other of these quiet beasts start back when it suddenly comes upon a white skeleton, or a bleached bull...

Chapters

8. Chapter 8

"Who is at home here?" inquired a strong sonorous voice at the door of the headsman's dwelling, and immediately afterwards a shape huddled up in a grey mantle passed through the...

16. Chapter 16

At the Castle of Hetfalu everyone was quietly sleeping. None had any thought of that black spectre which is the enemy of all living creatures, which constrains the huge watch-do...

7. Chapter 7

General Vertessy had for many years been the commandant of a military station in Hungary. After such a long time as that, men get to be acquainted with one another, and the sold...

2. Chapter 2

The house of the headsman is surrounded by a stone wall, its door is studded with huge nails, acacia trees rustle in front of it. Its windows are hidden by a high fence. On its...

11. Chapter 11

She had learnt to know the disowned and rejected son as a gallant young officer in Galicia, and the relations which had sprung up between them were the tenderest imaginable.

6. Chapter 6

Apart from the fact that he had an extraordinary liking for wine and never could quite distinguish the forenoon from the afternoon, Mr. Michael Korde was a man of refinement to...

10. Chapter 10

He had read the history of Themistocles who, with a handful of Greeks, converted millions of Persians into rubbish heaps; he had read of the exploits of the valiant Marahas, who...

18. Chapter 18

Imre Hetfalusy, hastening with all his might, reached at last the officer in command of the cordon, and delivered the General's command. The officer at once placed four-and-twen...

13. Chapter 13

We Magyars are very liberal in the distribution of nicknames, in this respect, indeed, our fancy outruns that of the Princes of the Orient, and the titles we bestow are even mor...

9. Chapter 9

There is a mighty Potentate among us here below, the secrets of whose existence are still unknown to our wise men, although they have a lot to tell us about her power; a Potenta...

15. Chapter 15

It was impossible to see anything but caps. Here and there a scythe or a pitchfork projected from the midst of the throng, but the larger portion of the mob was unarmed, unless...

12. Chapter 12

Zudar was to-night more anxious than at other times. He had put up the iron shutters in front of his windows immediately after dusk, and had gone to bed much earlier than usual.

14. Chapter 14

The candles were burning on the table though it was broad daylight, the bells were tolling though nobody was sick, the coffin had also been made ready though nobody was dead.

3. Chapter 3

Its windows which are now nailed up or bricked in were once full of flowers; those trees which now stand around it all dried up and withered as if in mourning for their masters,...

17. Chapter 17

During the blasphemous speech of the frantic virago nobody had observed that Peter Zudar had reached the courtyard of the castle. In the darkness and prevailing confusion he had...

5. Chapter 5

There was a great bustling about in the house of mourning. A bier and a coffin had to be made, and the dead clothed in their funeral finery. The old squire wished the funeral to...

1. Chapter 1

The first of these three houses is outside the village on a great green hill, round which the herds of the village peacefully crop the pasture. Only now and then does one or oth...

4. Chapter 4

But slumber was no dweller in _that_ darkness, the terrible voice of God drove it far away from the eyes of men--Heaven was thundering as if it would have smashed this nebulous...