revengeful, murderous race of the Felsenburks, till the blood almost froze in the veins of the Hlohov people. With both hands threateningly raised to heaven, he suddenly sank down into his chair. Instead of words, only harsh rattling sounds struggled from his lips, his body writhed with pain, his eyes stood still.
Andrew, wildly lamenting, leaned over his father, called him tender names, smoothed his face, and kissed his forehead, which was covered with cold perspiration. The stewardess quickly brought some anodyne drops, the steward began to rub his body, the rest frightened and excited, ran back and forth for this and that; all were anxious to comfort him, all wanted to help him now, but the poor old man was dead. Almost at the same time and in the same way, the mighty master and his humblest servant passed to eternity.
The whole of Prague witnessed the Count’s funeral procession as it proceeded through the streets in royal splendor, and, indeed, almost the whole of Prague followed his body to its resting place. All grades of citizens, all the
