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 sneaked off in the early hours of the morning, when he thought that every one was still asleep, and he could consequently most easily elude the mockery and taunts of the village—the last taunts and mockery.

He eluded them for that day. He migrated to a distant quarter of the country where people knew him not. But taunts and mockery were raised like dust behind him when it was learnt how he had eluded them. The “kalounkarska,” which they had intended to sing at his departure was now sung by the irritated youths of Frishetts through the long hours of the evening, and before the farmstead long into the night.