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you are on less safe ground. You have told
me that the English hate the Germans; but
I venture to tell you that I do not believe
they do.”
“Do you really believe they like us?”
said Adalbert, his face lit up by an
unexpected hope.
“No, they do not like you; but they do
not hate you. They loathe you.”
The surgeon was coming up the steps
leading to the church, with the orderly at his heels.
“Sorry I have been so long; I was
delayed by the Major,” said he with an
uneasy glance at the two men.
“You were quite mistaken about him,”
said Adalbert in a low voice in German to his
comrade as they walked into the church.
“He is, of course, rather common, as I saw
at once by his looks, and he is rather dense,
but there is no harm in him. You are quite
right that he showed some inclination to be
insolent when we spoke to him at first; but
he climbed down at once when I got hold of
him. He soon found that he was no match
for me. He was immensely flattered by my
talking to him, and you would have been
surprised to hear how he agreed to almost
everything I said. I am sure that as a matter
of fact he likes us.”
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