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this confounded ass,” said the surgeon,
throwing the rolls of bandages at the
orderly’s head. “I shall have to go myself
to fetch what I want or I shall never get it!
I shall be back in a minute. Promise, my
dear Adalbert, not to talk any nonsense,”
he added in a low voice in German as he
walked out of the church, followed by the
orderly, who looked quite placid and
unconcerned.
“So you were at Rheims!” said Adalbert
to the Doctor. “I must say I envy you
having been there. It must have been a
wonderful sight to see the huge cathedral
in flames, one of those sights one can never
forget.”
“Never!” said the Doctor.
“Pray pardon me,” said Adalbert, looking
at the other through his monocle, “may I ask
what that red ribbon is on your tunic? I am
very much interested in decorations. Surely
it is not, it cannot be, the Legion of Honour?”
“I daresay the name sounds unfamiliar
to your ears, but that is what it is called.”
“Really! I did not know it was so easy
to get the Legion of Honour,” explained
Adalbert. “I thought it had been invented
as a sort of equivalent, I mean substitute,
for our famous Iron Cross; but with us, of
course, this glorious decoration is only
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