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It was this enforced familiarity with an important commercial language which thrust Abbleway in later years into strange lands where adventures were less easy to guard against than in the ordered atmosphere of an English country town.
The woman shook her head with a movement that might be intended to convey resignation to the will of heaven, but probably meant noncomprehension. Abbleway repeated his information with variations of Slavonic tongues and generous displays of pantomime. "Ah," said the woman at last in German dialect, "the train has gone? We are left. Ah, so."
In another moment, through the snow-encrusted glass of the carriage window, he saw a gaunt prick-eared head, with gaping jaw and lolling tongue and gleaming teeth; a second later another head shot up. "There are hundreds of them," whispered Abbleway; "they have scented us. They will tear the carriage to pieces. We shall be devoured." "Not me, on my name-day.
A moment later he hid his face in his hands; two gaunt lean figures rushed upon her from the forest. No doubt she had courted her fate, but Abbleway had no wish to see a human being torn to pieces and devoured before his eyes. When he looked at last a new sensation of scandalised astonishment took possession of him.
The engine had made a mighty plunge through the drift and had gone merrily forward, lightened of the load of its rear carriage, whose coupling had snapped under the strain. Abbleway was alone, or almost alone, with a derelict railway waggon, in the heart of some Styrian or Croatian forest.
Between the lines of her communication there lay a hint that if he really cared for her Abbleway obtained leave of absence and added a journey to Fiume to his life's adventures. He left Vienna on a cold, cheerless day.
That will be another three kronen, eleven kronen in all. There is a piece of ham, but that I cannot let you have on my name-day." Abbleway wondered to himself what price she would have put on the ham, and hurried to pay her the eleven kronen before her emergency tariff expanded into a famine tariff.
"I will give you fifty heller apiece for a couple of them," said Abbleway with some enthusiasm. "In a railway accident things become very dear," said the woman; "these blood-sausages are four kronen apiece." "Four kronen!" exclaimed Abbleway; "four kronen for a blood-sausage!"
It is not far, and the snow has nearly stopped, I shall find a path through the forest to that house with the chimney." "But the wolves!" exclaimed Abbleway; "they may " "Not on my name-day," said the woman obstinately, and before he could stop her she had opened the door and climbed down into the snow.
After two and a half years of exile, however, John James Abbleway had embarked on only one hazardous undertaking, and that was of a nature which would assuredly have overtaken him sooner or later if he had been leading a sheltered, stay-at- home existence at Dorking or Huntingdon.
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