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 He exclaimed, with the force of an explosion, and the relief:

"Look here can you spare possible ten  twenty  eh  minutes?  It's not exactly a service matter  so per "

Tietjens exclaimed:

"You see how we're situated, colonel " and like one sowing grass seed on a lawn, extended both hands over his papers and towards his men He was choking with rage. Colonel Levin had, under the chaperonage of an English dowager, who ran a chocolate store down on the quays in Rouen, a little French piece to whom he was quite seriously engaged. In the most naïve manner. And the young woman, fantastically jealous, managed to make endless insults to herself out of her almost too handsome colonel's barbaric French. It was an idyll, but it drove the colonel frantic. At such times Levin would consult Tietjens, who passed for a man of brains and a French scholar as to really nicely turned compliments in a difficult language And as to how you explained that it was necessary for a G.S.O. II, or whatever the colonel was, to be seen quite frequently in the company of very handsome V.A.D.'s and female organizers of all arms It was the sort of silliness as to which no gentleman ought to be consulted And here was Levin with the familiar feminine-agonized wrinkle on his bronzed-alabaster brow Like a beastly soldier-man out of a revue. Why didn't the ass burst into gesture and a throaty tenor

Sergeant-Major Cowley naturally saved the situation. Just as Tietjens was as near saying Go to hell as you can be to your remarkably senior officer on parade, the