The Port of Missing Men by Meredith Nicholson
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"I was bidding farewell to your foreign suitors, Shirley, and congratulating myself that as soon as _père et mère_ get their sea legs they will resume charge of you, and let me look up two or three very presentable specimens of your sex I saw come on board. Your affairs have annoyed me greatly and I shall be glad to be free of the responsibility." "Thank you, Captain." "And if there are any titled blackguards on board--" "You will do dreadfully wicked things to them, won't you, little brother?" "Humph! Thank God, I'm an American!" "That's a worthy sentiment, Richard." "I'd like to give out, as our newspapers say, a signed statement throwing a challenge to all Europe. I wish we'd get into a real war once so we could knock the conceit out of one of their so-called first-class powers. I'd like to lead a regiment right through the most sacred precincts of London; or take an early morning gallop through Berlin to wake up the Dutch. All this talk about hands across the sea and such rot makes me sick. The English are the most benighted and the most conceited and condescending race on earth; the Germans and Austrians are stale beer-vats, and the Italians and French are mere decadents and don't count." |
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