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The Solitary Summer
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Elizabeth Von Arnim
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"The
Herr
Lieutenant
is
here,"
announced
the
servant,
"and
has
gone
to
wash
his
hands.
The
Herr
Lieutenant
has
not
yet
lunched,
and
will
be
down
in
a
moment."
"I
want
the
carriage
at
once,"
I
ordered--I
could
not
and
would
not
spend
another
afternoon
tete-a-tete
with
that
young
man,--"and
you
are
to
tell
the
Herr
Lieutenant
that
I
am
sorry
I
was
obliged
to
go
out,
but
I
had
promised
the
pastor
to
take
the
children
there
this
afternoon.
See
that
he
has
everything
he
wants."
I
gathered
the
babies
together
and
fled.
I
could
hear
the
lieutenant
throwing
things
about
overhead,
and
felt
there
was
not
a
moment
to
lose.
The
servant's
face
showed
plainly
that
he
did
not
believe
about
the
pastor,
and
the
babies
looked
up
at
me
wonderingly.
What
is
a
woman
to
do
when
driven
into
a
corner?
The
father
of
lies
inhabits
corners--no
doubt
the
proper
place
for
such
a
naughty
person.
We
ran
upstairs
to
get
ready.
There
was
only
one
short
flight
on
which
we
could
meet
the
lieutenant,
and
once
past
that
we
were
safe;
but
we
met
him
on
that
one
short
flight.
He
was
coming
down
in
a
hurry,
giving
his
moustache
a
final
hasty
twist,
and
looking
fresher,
brighter,
lovelier,
than
ever.
"Oh,
good
morning.
You
have
got
back
much
sooner
than
you
expected,
have
you
not?"
I
said
lamely.
"Yes,
I
managed
to
get
through
my
part
quickly,"
he
said
with
a
briskness
I
did
not
like.
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