Arms and the Woman (Chapter 10, page 1 of 10)


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Chapter 10

I lowered the glasses. I discerned them to be cavalrymen, petty
officers. They were mounted on spirited horses.

"Gretchen," said I, "they are cavalrymen. They do not wear the
Hohenphalian uniform; so, perhaps, it would be just as well for you to
go to your room and remain there till they are gone. Ah," said I,
elevating the glasses again; "they wear his Majesty's colors. You had
best retire."

"I refuse. They may be thirsty."

"I'll see to that," I laughed.

"But--" she began.

"Oh, Gretchen wishes to see new faces," said I, with chagrin.

"If it pleases you, sir," mischievously.

"What if they are looking for--for--"

"That is the very reason why I wish to see them."

"You are determined?"

"I am."

"Very well," said I; "you had best eat an onion."

"And for what purpose?"

"As a preventive to offensive tactics," looking slyly at her.

Her laugh rang out mockingly.

"Do you not know that aside from dueling, the German lives only for his
barmaid, his beer and his knoblauch? Nevertheless, since you wish it I
will eat one--for your sake."

"For my sake?" I cried in dismay. "Heaven forfend!"

"Does Herr----"

"Jack," said I.

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