The doctor thought
it would be beneficial to have ice. But where was ice to be obtained
in a village at this season of the year! The brewery probably had
some, but would not be likely to give any away. Panna said nothing,
but when the bandages had been renewed and the physician had gone, she
hurried directly to the brewery, went to the manager, a good-natured,
beery old fellow, and entreated him, in touching words, for some ice
for a sick person. The manager blinked at her with his little
half-shut eyes, and answered: "You can have it, my child, but not
gratis."
Panna lowered her eyes and murmured mournfully: "I will pay what you
ask, only not now, I haven't any money, surely you will wait a little
while."
"It needn't be cash, one little kiss will do."
Panna flushed crimson, and a flash of anger like the lightning of a
sudden storm blazed over her face; but she controlled herself and held
up her compressed lips to the voluptuary, who rudely smacked them and
then took from her hand the pipkin she had brought, returning it in a
few minutes filled with ice.
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