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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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face. Streaming with blood he sprang from his
seat, seized the wrong Frenchman by the collar
and tossed him like a tennis ball across the
counter into the lap of the proprietor, who
screamed at the top of his voice: “La police!
La police!” A second bock struck me on the
nose smashing my eyeglasses and another bock
hurled Skornberg under the table. “Throw
them out! Throw them out!” roared the whole
brasserie closing on us. The Giant with a chair
in each hand mowed down his assailants like ripe
corn, the little hunchback flew out from under
the table screaming and biting like an infuriated
monkey till another bock knocked him senseless
on the floor. The Giant picked him up, patted
his best friend on the back and holding him tight
under one arm he covered as best as he could our
inevitable retreat towards the door where we were
seized by half-a-dozen policemen and escorted
to the Commissariat in Rue Douai. After
having given our names and addresses we were
locked up in a room with bars before the windows,
we were au violon. After two hours of
meditation we were brought before the Brigadier
who, addressing me in a rough voice, asked if I
was Doctor Munthe of Avenue de Villiers. I said
I was. Looking at my nose swollen to twice its
size and my torn blood-stained clothes he said I
did not look like it. He asked me if I had
anything to say since I seemed to be the least drunk
of this band of German savages and besides the
only one who seemed to speak French. I told
him we were a peaceful Swedish wedding party
who had been brutally assailed in the brasserie,

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