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"Don't you wish you had the chance?" snapped the girl who was attending her friend. "I always drink Kummel; it's much more ladylike," remarked Miss Impett. "You'd drink anything you can bally well get," the sufferer cried at a moment when she was free of pain. "I am a lady. I know how to be'ave when a gentleman offers me a drink," retorted Miss Impett.
"Gute alte Valkyrie!.. gute alte Valkyrie!" he murmured. Safe so far. At the outside of the dock-gate Hoppner waited my arrival. He was interested in the kümmel, and in the pistols, which were pawnable. He had been more daring than I. He had tried to pick his captain's pocket of a gold watch while the latter slept. But every time he reached for it the captain stirred uneasily.
He insisted upon drinking three glasses of kummel why had they not poured in maple sirup? and, imagining that Jocquelet looked at him askance, he suddenly manifested the intention of cutting his head open with the carafe.
"Paris!" said he, a glass of kummel in his hand, "The only city where a man never grows old, the only one where, at fifty, if he is sound and well preserved, he will always find a young girl, as pretty as an angel, to love him." Landa, finding again his Rocdiane after the liqueurs, applauded him enthusiastically, and mentioned the young girls who still adored him every day.
Mackesy is fine on moral grounds. Doone, have you any preference? DOONE. Small glass Kummel, please. Excellent carminative, these days. Anthony told me so. I only thought of Curtiss as Actaeon being chivied round the billiard tables by the nymphs of Diana. BLAYNE. Curtiss would have to import his nymphs by train. Mrs. Cockley's the only woman in the Station.
I asked, seeing that I would be compelled to take something. "Perhaps you will have one with me?" "Ach no! But a kümmel yes, I will have a kümmel!" And he filled our glasses, and tossed off his own at a single gulp, smacking his lips after it, for the average Russian dearly loves his national decoction of caraway seeds. "You find Olinto a good servant, I suppose?"
From these the guests helped themselves at will, the servants handing round small glasses of Kümmel Liftofka, a spirit flavoured with the leaves of the black-currant, and vodka. Then came the supper. Before each guest was placed a basin of stehi, a cabbage soup, sour cream being handed round to be added to it; then came rastigai patties, composed of the flesh of the sturgeon and isinglass.
We have a sturdy young carpenter from Darmstadt, bound to Vienna, or wherever else he may find a resting-place, who makes his morning and almost only meal of Kümmel—corn spirit prepared with caraways—and brown bread; and whose great exploit and daily exercise is that of lifting the great table in the common room with his teeth.
And Kayser went on painting allegories, to digest his dinner, the pâté de foie gras washed down with kummel, of which he had just partaken at his niece's.
All you've got to do is to be yourself and tell one lie, if need be, about the trick Dollmann played you. The next scene: von Brüning, Davies, and I, sitting over coffee and Kümmel at a table in a dingy inn-parlour overlooking the harbour and the sea, Davies with a full box of matches on the table before him.
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