Nina Balatka by Anthony Trollope
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back of her hair she still carried that Diana's dart which maidens wear
in those parts when they are not only maidens unmarried, but maidens also disengaged. No one had yet succeeded in drawing Lotta Luxa's arrow from her head, though Souchey, from the other side of the river, had made repeated attempts to do so. For Lotta Luxa had a little money of her own, and poor Souchey had none. Lotta muttered something about the thoughtless thanklessness of young people, and then took herself down- stairs. Nina opened the door of the back parlour, and found her cousin Ziska sitting alone with his feet propped upon the stove. "What, Ziska," she said, "you not at work by ten o'clock!" "I was not well last night, and took physic this morning," said Ziska. "Something had disagreed with me." "I'm sorry for that, Ziska. You eat too much fruit, I suppose." "Lotta says it was the sausage, but I don't think it was. I'm very fond of sausage, and everybody must be ill sometimes. She'll be down here again directly;" and Ziska with his head nodded at the chair in which his mother was wont to sit. Nina, whose mind was quite full of her business, was determined to go to work at once. "I'm glad to have you alone for a moment, Ziska," she said. "And so am I very glad; only I wish I had not taken physic, it makes one so uncomfortable." At this moment Nina had in her heart no charity towards her cousin, and |
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