While
Abonyi was carried into the guard-room under the entrance and laid on a
wooden-table, where he drew his last breath before a physician could be
summoned, a multitude of violent hands dragged Panna, amid fierce
abuse, into the courtyard, while the steward shouted loudly:
"Lads! Bring chains for this monster! Chains I say, put irons on her
hands and feet."
Then Panna who, hitherto, had not opened her lips, cried in a resonant
voice, while a strange smile hovered about her quivering lips:
"Why, my dear sir, how long have you used chains? Wouldn't you rather
play a game of cards with me?"
The steward's face flushed scarlet, he shrieked a few orders to his men
in a shrill tone, and rushed back into the guard-room to Abonyi.
Panna was shoved rather than led down the steps of a flight of cellar
stairs and thrust into a dark, stifling cell, where handcuffs were put
on. During this proceeding, she made many sneering speeches:
"Give me a handsomely furnished room, too, like the one the nobleman
had! And who will wait on me here?"
"Silence, witch!" cried the heiduck who was chaining her.
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