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Updated: May 3, 2025
The unmerciful Boche, having killed and buried them, drags them out from the tomb and compels them to go through the antics of life. Le Gallienne's poem comes to my mind: "Loud mockers in the angry street Say Christ is crucified again Twice pierced those gospel-bearing feet, Twice broken that great heart in vain...." That is all true at Evian.
An extraordinary person in a white tie, top hat and evening dress entered. He looked like a cross between Mr. Gerard's description of himself in Berlin and a head-waiter. He evidently expected his advent to cause a profound sensation. I found out why: he was the official welcomer to Evian.
Of what such souls are capable they have given us examples in Belgium, captured France and in the living dead whom they return by way of Evian. We would rather forego our bodies than so exchange our souls. A Germanised world is like a glimpse of madness; the very thought strikes terror to the heart.
All was exactly as he had left it the night before: the full-length casement window stood half open, as it usually did; the bottle of Evian was on the shelf where he had placed it. That at any rate was still safe, he reflected. Thérèse had not been able to get at it, thanks to his precautions. As he quitted the room, relocking the door, Chalmers approached him and spoke in a whisper.
When he reached his room he discovered with a reaction of amusement that he still held the bottle of Evian water upright in the crook of his arm. There it had been throughout the foregoing passage at arms. He laughed, and his anger began to recede. Still, he could not sleep, and it was three o'clock when he put out his light. As he did so he listened to a faint sound outside.
Roger did not yet know whether the accident had occurred on the journey to the bathroom or from it; he would not know for certain until the water in the Evian bottle was submitted to an analysis. All that one could tell was the spot where she had slipped and fallen, which was the first of the two dangerous places, almost immediately over the front steps.
"That's so, she does drink Evian, doesn't she? She scarcely touches wine.... How exquisite she is don't you think? She is one of the loveliest women I have ever seen." "I quite agree," he said slowly. "Thérèse will stand a good deal of looking at. Exquisite that's the right word. There is only one thing about her that isn't exquisite." "What is that?" she asked him curiously. "Her hands."
He submitted without protest when she urged him to get back into bed. "Is anything the matter?" she inquired gently, smoothing the covers over him with her white, well-manicured hands. "I'm devilish thirsty," he told her with a laugh. "Ah, I will get you some water!" she cried quickly, and going into the bathroom brought him a bottle of Evian water and a glass.
"For my part, I think the Upper Engadine is far and away the most charming section of Switzerland; but there are ladies of my acquaintance who would unhesitatingly vote for Evian, and for a score of other places where there are promenades and casinos. Are you thinking of making a tour there?" "There's no telling where I may bring up when I cross the Channel," said Spencer.
Speechless from amazement, yet forcibly impressed by the old man's words and serious manner, Roger looked and discovered a bottle of Evian water standing on the tiled floor a few feet away. He picked it up and set it high on a shelf over the basin, then quickly closed the door and stood with his back against it.
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