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"After finishing his dinner the Baron smoked one of his Petroff cigarettes which were especially made for him in Odessa, and then calling me, he asked for his coat and told me to ring up for the car," Folcker said. "He finished his cigarette and a glass of kümmel, at the same time scanning the evening newspaper. All the time he had been eating, however, he seemed in a very angry mood.
They sat down in the cafe and ordered some kummel, but there was none, said the waiter, so they had to content themselves with common anisette. Then Hyacinthe, who had been a schoolfellow of Guillaume's sons, recognised both him and Pierre; and leaning towards Rosemonde told her in a whisper who the elder brother was.
Do not let us miss the play when we can have good seats for nothing. And mind you bring that kummel, for it is the best in Europe." They were just lighting the great arc lamps upon the avenue as the two emerged from the dining-room and took up their stations by the railing of the balcony. In the roadway below the spectacle had become superb in its weird drama and excited ferocity.
He enters his hut in great good humor, however, for he has sold all his wares and comes with his basket loaded with good things to eat and no inconsiderable quantity of kummel in his stomach. Till now, save for the few moments which followed the entrance of the mother, the music has echoed nothing but childish joy.
"Well, he knows his own affairs best. The difference is a large one, and will materially affect his income. Will you take Crême de Minthe Kümmel or Cognac?" "Cognac, thank you," I replied, and that was the end of the matter. During the remainder of the evening not another word was said upon the subject.
"You are early I am late; our friend has admirable kummel I have drunk too much. You have not been to bed, I think? If there is no sleep in one's bed it is no good going to look for it. You find that? It is better to drink kummel...! Pardon! You are doing the right thing: get away! Get away as fast as possible! Don't wait, and let it catch you!" Harz stared at him amazed. "Pardon!"
Here is a scrap of my unpublished wisdom." He opened the packet with his shaking yellow fingers, and showed a little pinkish powder on the paper. "This," said he "well, you must guess what it is. But Kummel put but a dash of this powder in it is Himmel." His large greyish eyes watched mine with an inscrutable expression.
Then he called a waiter, and said to him, in a hectoring voice: "Bring me a Kummel and make haste about it." He lit a cigarette that was almost as big as a cigar, and turned again to Lady Holme. "I've been in the Sahara gazelle shooting," he continued. He spoke in a rather thick, lumbering voice and very loud, probably because he was married to a deaf woman. "Just come back," he added.
She returned to France, which she had become attached to, and shut herself up in the villa of Maisons-Lafitte, letting old Vogotzine install himself there as a sort of Mentor, more obedient than a servant, and as silent as a statue; and this strange guardian, who had formerly fought side by side with Schamyl, and cut down the Circassians with the sang-froid of a butcher's boy wringing the neck of a fowl, and who now scarcely dared to open his lips, as if the entire police force of the Czar had its eye upon him; this old soldier, who once cared nothing for privations, now, provided he had his chocolate in the morning, his kummel with his coffee at breakfast, and a bottle of brandy on the table all day left Marsa free to think, act, come and go as she pleased.
Frankly, I do not like whisky." "And frankly, we do not like kümmel. All a matter of taste." "Truly. So let each of us drink his own preference. I will join you in a moment." The Americans sauntered to the door, while the German strode into his room. "Blunt sort of cuss," Knowlton commented. "Ay, blunt. But not candid. Knows more than he's telling."
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