Arms and the Woman by Harold MacGrath
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page 69 of 302 (22%)
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"I trust Herr will remember me in the days to come." "Eh?" somewhat startled, I thought. "I observed that you will possibly remember me in the days to come. Or, perhaps I resemble some one you know." "Not in the least," was the haughty retort. I shrugged and relit my pipe. The tobacco I had purchased in Paris, and it was of the customary vileness. Perhaps I could smoke out Mein Herr. But the task resulted in a boomerang. He drew out a huge china pipe and began smoking tobacco which was even viler than mine, if that could be possible. Soon I let down the window. "Does the smoke disturb Herr?" he asked, puffing forth great clouds of smoke. There was a shade of raillery in his tones. "It would not," I answered, "if it came from tobacco." He subsided. Whenever there was a stop of any length I stepped out and walked the platform. The officer invariably followed my example. I pondered over this each time I re-entered the carriage. At last my irritation turned into wrath. "Are you aware that your actions are very annoying?" |
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