Belated days of sunshine quickened all Hungary last week, speeding the Danube with tumbling freshets, warming Budapest to humorous appreciation of the first spring diablerie of Sari Fedak. Her name, the name of Hungary's most irrepressible actress, rang merrily across innumerable little tables. Women spoke of her tolerantly (a high compliment) as they sat at Gerbeaud's tasting his famed sherbets, sucking and licking off dainty fingers the thick, pasty sweets of Hungary. Old men, taking their mud baths at the St. Gellert, quaked in merriment over the trial of Sari Fedak, quaked...
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