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O Madermoiselle from Armenteers, struck up the sergeant in his mellow voice. The front room of the cafe was full of soldiers. Their khaki hid the worn oak benches and the edges of the square tables and the red tiles of the floor. They clustered round the tables, where glasses and bottles gleamed vaguely through the tobacco smoke.
The sergeant's voice came after a long pause, smooth as velvet. "You forget Fuselli, sir." "Oh, so I did," the lieutenant laughed a small dry laugh. "And Fuselli." "Gee, I must write Mabe tonight," Fuselli was saying to himself. "She'll be a proud kid when she gets that letter." "Companee dis...missed!", shouted the sergeant genially. "O Madermoiselle from Armenteers, Parley voo?
Here is his first programme, as I found it on the breakfast-table, and have kept it ever since as a relic of bright days: 'Mesdames et Messieurs, 'Mademoiselle Ferrario et M. de Vauversin auront l'honneur de chanter ce soir les morceaux suivants. 'Madermoiselle Ferrario chantera Mignon Oiseaux Legers France Des Francais dorment la Le chateau bleu Ou voulez-vous aller?
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