The Isle of Unrest by Henry Seton Merriman
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page 97 of 294 (32%)
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"I am sorry that I cannot hold to my joke, for it was nothing else, as you know." "Yes, yes, of course," acquiesced the colonel. "And in the mean time, it is a great pleasure to see you here, as well as a surprise. I need hardly tell you that your presence here is quite unknown to your neighbours. We have little to talk about at this end of the island now that the Administration is centred more than ever at Ajaccio; and were it known in the district that you are at Vasselot, you may be sure I should have heard of it at the cafe or at the hotel where I dine." "Yes. I came without drum or trumpet." "You are wise." The remark was made so significantly that Lory could not ignore it even if such a course had recommended itself to one of his quick and impulsive nature. "What do you mean, colonel?" Gilbert made a little gesture of the hand that held the half-burnt cigarette. He deprecated, it would appear, having been drawn to talk on so serious a topic. "Well, I speak as one Frenchman to another, as one soldier to another. If the emperor does not die, he will declare war against Germany. There is the situation in a nutshell, is it not? And do you think the army can afford to lose one man at the present time, especially a man who has made |
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