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"
It
wasn
’
t
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
Honour
bright
,
it
wasn
’
t
,
Herr
Lohkamp
.
I
didn
’
t
even
smell
it
!
"
"
You
don
’
t
even
know
what
it
is
,
I
suppose
?
"
said
I
,
filling
a
glass
.
"
No
?
"
she
replied
,
licking
her
lips
.
"
Rum
.
Stone
Age
Jamaica
.
"
"
Excellent
!
Then
how
about
a
glass
?
"
"
Me
?
"
She
started
back
.
"
This
is
too
much
,
Herr
Lohkamp
!
This
is
heaping
coals
of
fire
on
my
head
.
Here
’
s
old
Stoss
goes
and
mops
up
all
your
cognac
on
the
quiet
and
then
you
treat
her
to
a
rum
on
top
of
it
!
You
’
re
a
saint
,
Herr
Lohkamp
,
that
’
s
what
you
are
!
I
’
ll
see
myself
in
my
grave
before
I
touch
a
drop
of
it
.
"
"
You
’
re
quite
sure
,
Matilda
?
"
said
I
,
making
to
drink
it
myself
.
"
Well
,
all
right
,
then
,
"
said
she
swiftly
,
seizing
the
glass
.
"
One
must
take
the
good
as
it
comes
.
Even
though
one
doesn
’
t
understand
.
Good
health
!
It
’
s
not
your
birthday
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
More
or
less
,
Matilda
.
A
good
guess
.
"
"
No
,
not
really
?
"
She
seized
my
hand
.
"
Many
happy
returns
!
And
lots
of
dough
,
Herr
Lohkamp
.
.
.
.
Why
,
I
’
m
all
of
a
quiver
.
.
.
.
I
must
have
another
to
celebrate
that
.
I
’
m
as
fond
of
you
as
if
you
were
my
own
son
!
"
