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 the name of the bank? And the other ten thousand she scraped together nobody knows how; for it was made up of small notes, miserable, soiled five-crown notes, tousled rags from God knows whose hands, shabby money from women’s purses. God! what a frightful time she must have had before she got this handful of money together! “He was unforgettably kind to me” And that moment Prokop would have pounded Thomas to death, that low, shameless scoundrel; but at the same time he somehow forgave him since he was not her lover! She did not belong to Thomas that certainly signified at the least that she was a pure and beautiful angel; and it was as if some unknown wound suddenly healed in his heart.

Yes, to find her; before everything before everything he must return her her money (he was not in the least ashamed of forming such a pretext) and say that  that, in short  she could depend on him “He was unforgettably kind.” Prokop clasped his hands God! what would he not do to earn such words from her

Oh, how slowly the train was going!