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not hit me—you know what the punishment
is for striking a German officer! Well, nine
men out of ten would have had this girl shot.
I did nothing of the sort—I forgave her. All
I did was to have her house put on the list of
those to be burned down, and as we left I
even gave her a pleasant smile as I rode past
her in the street.”
“Did she smile at you?” asked the
Doctor.
“Not at all,” said Adalbert indignantly,
“she shouted a word at me I have never
heard before, and which I cannot for the life
of me remember.”
“I wonder what it can have been,” said
the Doctor, looking attentively at Adalbert.
“They tell me the women of the upper
classes are more amiable,” Adalbert went on,
“but, alas! I never see any; they are all
gone away. I assure you, Martin, it makes
one almost sad to wander about alone in those
magnificent châteaux, to lounge in their
luxurious drawing-rooms, to sleep in their
soft beds, to sort all their innumerable little
trinkets and souvenirs, to explore their
wardrobes and drawers and handle their lovely
dresses and all the dainty secrets of an
elegant Frenchwoman’s toilette. As one sits
there alone packing some lovely lingerie all
covered with real lace, a yearning comes over
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