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Show view in the night. He had been half asleep at first, and afterwards pre- occupied by the thought that Achmed was bringing round the mules. Nevertheless, he remembered Kitty's odd, nervous anxiety, the unusual irony and bitterness of her speech. "P'r'aps she thinks I'm neglectin' her," he thought, as he refilled his glass. "Women never understand what sport is to a man, unless they shoot themselves. And Kitty hates a gun." That she liked a revolver he did not know. He put down his glass and turned in his chair, looking towards the open door of the auberge. "Cafe!" he shouted. voice from Claude smiled and drew forth at the same time 76 stretching out his long legs with an audible grunt of satisfaction. Achmed had gone off to eat and chatter with friends in the village, which lay hidden among palms a hundred yards from the auberge, j the coffee was brought out by landlady, who set it on the table - t then asked monsieur if he had joyed his dinner. Sir Claude felt expansive, and his reply brought joy to his cook's heart. For landlady and cook were both represented by the stout woman with the gray hair, the wrinkled cheeks, a I and the blue apron who stood before l:Jtll him, watching him with shrewd curiRlli* iN osity in her dark-gray eyes. -~ "Sit down, madame," said Sir . Claude, genially, in his English public- school French. "Sit down and take a glass of cognac." · " The landlady obeyed, smiling and smoothing her apron. She admired 77 |
