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I grew desperate. I shook him. I said: "My friend  big, great, tall, large  is he where? Have you him to see where? Here?" I GREW DESPERATE I SHOOK HIM I SAID MY FRIEND BIG GREAT TALL LARGE IS HE WHERE HAVE YOU HIM TO SEE WHERE HERE
tery to me to this day--and I had lost him! How on earth were we ever to find each other again? A horrible picture presented itself to my mind of our both wandering distractedly up and down Europe, perhaps for years, vainly seeking each other. The touching story of Evangeline recurred to me with terrible vividness. Something must be done, and that immediately. Somehow or another I must find B. I roused myself, and summoned to my aid every word of Scandinavian that I knew. It was no good these people pretending that they did not understand their own language, and putting me off that way. They had got to understand it this time. This was no mere question of coffee and rolls; this was a serious business. I would make that waiter understand my Scandinavian, if I had to hammer it into his head with his own coffee-pot! I seized him by the arm, and, in Scandinavian that must have been quite pathetic in its tragic fervour, I asked him if he had seen my friend--my friend B. The man only stared. HAD FIXED ON NORWAY IS A MYSTERY TO ME TO THIS DAY AND I HAD LOST HIM HOW ON EARTH WERE WE EVER TO FIND EACH OTHER AGAIN A HORRIBLE PICTURE PRESENTED ITSELF TO MY MIND OF OUR BOTH WANDERING DISTRACTEDLY UP AND DOWN EUROPE PERHAPS FOR YEARS VAINLY SEEKING EACH OTHER THE TOUCHING STORY OF EVANGELINE RECURRED TO ME WITH TERRIBLE VIVIDNESS SOMETHING MUST BE DONE AND THAT IMMEDIATELY SOMEHOW OR OTHER I MUST FIND B I ROUSED MYSELF AND SUMMONED TO MY AID EVERY WORD OF SCANDINAVIAN THAT I KNEW IT WAS NO GOOD THESE PEOPLE PRETENDING THAT THEY DID NOT UNDERSTAND THEIR OWN LANGUAGE AND PUTTING ME OFF THAT WAY THEY HAD GOT TO UNDERSTAND IT THIS TIME THIS WAS NO MERE QUESTION OF COFFEE AND ROLLS THIS WAS A SERIOUS BUSINESS I WOULD MAKE THAT WAITER UNDERSTAND MY SCANDINAVIAN IF I HAD TO HAMMER IT INTO HIS HEAD WITH HIS OWN COFFEE POT I SEIZED HIM BY THE ARM AND IN SCANDINAVIAN THAT MUST HAVE BEEN QUITE PATHETIC IN ITS TRAGIC FERVOR I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD SEEN MY FRIEND MY FRIEND B THE MAN ONLY STARED
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