The Valley of Vision : a Book of Romance an Some Half Told Tales by Henry Van Dyke
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be sure she regrets your absence from home."
The officers looked at each other with half-tipsy, half-angry eyes. They suspected a jest at their expense, but could not quite catch it. "Impudence," muttered the count, who was the sharper of the two when sober. "No," said the prince, "it is only stupidity. These Walloons have no wit." "Come," he added, turning to the baron, "we sing you a good song of fatherland--show how _gemuthlich_ we Germans are. You Belgians have no word for that. What?" He sat down to the piano and pounded out _"Deutschland ueber Alles,"_ singing the air in a raucous voice, while Ludra added a rumbling bass. "What do you think of that? All Germans can sing. _Gemuthlich._ What?" "You are right," said the baron, with downcast eyes. "We Belgians have no word for that. It is inexpressible--except in German. I bid you good night." For nearly a fortnight this condition of affairs continued. The baron endured it as best he could, obeying scrupulously the military regulations which necessity laid upon him, and taking his revenge |
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