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His hat of very fine beaver was so ruined that it fell down over his shoulders, his buff belt was perfectly soaked with water; in fact a man just drawn out of the river would not be wetter than the Emperor.
"She never favoured you before me." He caught the ambiguity of my words, and laughed again. Struboff turned toward me with a stare. "You also knew my wife?" he asked. "I had the honour," said I. "In Forstadt." "In Forstadt! Do you know the king?" "Not so well as I could wish," I answered. "About as well as I know Wetter here." "That's admirably well!" cried Wetter. "Well enough not to trust me."
I very nearly laughed. The only man fit for the Embassy, except himself, was Count Max! And if Count Max went, of course the Countess would go with him; equally of course the King must stay in Forstadt. I saw Wetter looking at me keenly out of the corner of his eye; it did not suit me that he should read my thoughts this time.
If I get any wetter somebody'll take me for a sponge." She took off her jacket and wrung the water out of it and then wrung the water from the tail of her skirt, where it had been dripping on her ankles. Luckily she could not see herself in the darkness, for the green color from her veil had run in streaks all over her face and she looked like a savage painted for the war-path.
Again!" he answered. The door that faced us was thrown open, and Coralie stood before me in a loose gown of a dark-red colour. Before she could speak, Wetter darted forward, pulling me after him. "I have the distinguished honour to present my friend, M. de Neberhausen," he said. "You may remember meeting him at Forstadt." Coralie looked for a moment at each of us in turn.
"Then we come to this: which is better, a king under the table or a politician at it?" She burst out laughing. Madame Briande had fled to a remote corner. Wetter was in the throes of excitement. A strange coolness and recklessness now possessed me. I was insensible of everything at this moment except the impulse of rivalry and the desire for victory.
The President of the province and his suite tried to come off to a State luncheon on board on Sunday; but the launch being rather heavily laden, behaved worse than usual, and some green seas stove in the President's hat and made him wetter than he had probably ever been in his life; so after one or two rollers, he turned back; and indeed he was wise to do so, for I don't see how he could have got on board. . . . Being fully convinced that the world will not continue to go round unless I pay it personal attention, I must run away to my work.
"I believe there is to-night some one worth talking to," she retorted. "Alas, and not last night?" he cried in affected despair. I, however, thinking that it would ill become me to eat my brother-in-law's supper and then spoil his sport, bowed to the lady and crossed over to where Wetter was standing.
Our unknown sin is not yet expiated. The day grows blacker, colder and wetter." "And I grow hungrier and hungrier. If we kill deer or bear we must kill three of each at the same time, because I intend to eat one all by myself, and I demand that he be large and fat, too. I suppose we'll go out of this place some time or other." "Yes, Dagaeoga."
He was very mad, but he was a great deal wetter than mad. He looked as if he had been soaked in water over night, and not wrung out in the morning. "Mike!" he whispered hoarsely, grasping the little alderman by the arm. "I want ye! I want ye down at th' park." A chill of fear passed over Alderman Toole. He turned his face to Fagan and laid his hand on his shoulder.
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