The Craze of Christina — page 179: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 175 partie. Ze ees gaun, zur,’’ he added in explana- : tion, perceiving that the: man before him was a Britisher of the most unmitigated type, and desirous of airing a small smattering of his own English, of which he was vain. Clifford sank back helplessly against the wall. ‘“*Gone!’’ he repeated blankly, and he looked so white and strange that the landlord hastened to administer the consolation of which he was possssed. “Votre nom est Cleefforde, n’est ce pas? Bien, il y a une lettre. Zere ees a lettrer.’’ And he produced a crumpled envelope from the recesses of his waistcoat pocket. With trembling hands Clifford tore it open. “I am so awfully sorry, but I cannot stay here. Did I tell you that I am traveling with some relations? One of them is an invalid, and Iam sure the drains at this hotel are wrong; our invalid is quite ill this morning, and the sound of the cathedral chimes has given us all a sleepless night. We are leaving at once. If you can stand just one night of it (and if you - are really in earnest about following me, I be- lieve you will), then I will telegraph to you in the morning and you can come on. My rela- tions want to get on to Rheims eventually, but we shall stop a day or two on the way some- GComichooksnco