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get her out of your house, not even the French
can stand such a scandal!”
I thanked the colonel, I said he was quite right,
that I had often tried to get her out of my house
but had not had the strength.
“I know it is not easy,” admitted the colonel,
“I have been young myself. If you haven’t got
the courage to get her out of the house, I will
help you! I am your man, I have never been
afraid of anybody, man or woman, I have charged
the Prussians at Gravelotte, I have faced death
in six big battles. . . .”
“Wait till you face Mamsell Agata Svenson,”
said I.
“You don’t mean to say she is Swedish? So
much the better, if it comes to the worst I shall
have her turned out of France by the legation.
I shall be at Avenue de Villiers to-morrow
morning at ten, be sure to be there.”
“No thank you, not I, I never go near her
when I can help it.”
“Et pourtant tu couches avec elle,” ejaculated
the colonel looking stupefied at me.
I was just on the point of going to be sick on his
carpet when he handed me a stiff brandy and soda
in time and I reeled out of the house after having
accepted his invitation for dinner next day to
celebrate the victory.
I dined alone with Madame Staaff the next
day. The colonel was not very well, I was to go
and see him after dinner, the old wound from
Gravelotte was troubling him again, thought his
wife. The gallant colonel was lying on his bed
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