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They
were
suddenly
interrupted
by
an
insistent
American
,
of
sinister
aspect
,
vending
copies
of
The
Herald
and
of
The
Times
fresh
from
New
York
.
"
Got
everything
here
,
Buddies
,
"
he
announced
.
"
Been
here
long
?
"
"
Cessez
cela
!
Allez
Ouste
!
"
Tommy
cried
and
then
to
Dick
,
"
Now
no
woman
would
stand
such
—
"
"
Buddies
,
"
interrupted
the
American
again
.
"
You
think
I
’
m
wasting
my
time
—
but
lots
of
others
don
’
t
.
"
He
brought
a
gray
clipping
from
his
purse
—
and
Dick
recognized
it
as
he
saw
it
.
It
cartooned
millions
of
Americans
pouring
from
liners
with
bags
of
gold
.
"
You
think
I
’
m
not
going
to
get
part
of
that
?
Well
,
I
am
.
I
’
m
just
over
from
Nice
for
the
Tour
de
France
.
"
As
Tommy
got
him
off
with
a
fierce
"
allez
-
vous
-
en
,
"
Dick
identified
him
as
the
man
who
had
once
hailed
him
in
the
Rue
de
Saints
Anges
,
five
years
before
.
"
When
does
the
Tour
de
France
get
here
?
"
he
called
after
him
.
"
Any
minute
now
,
Buddy
.
"
He
departed
at
last
with
a
cheery
wave
and
Tommy
returned
to
Dick
.
"
Elle
doit
avoir
plus
avec
moi
qu
’
avec
vous
.
"
"
Speak
English
!
What
do
you
mean
‘
doit
avoir
’
?
"
