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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! 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
them to the table, looked round for B. I could not see him anywhere. What had become of him? I had not seen him, that I could recollect, for hours. I did not know where I was, or what I was doing. I had a hazy knowledge that B. and I had started off together--whether yesterday or six months ago, I could not have said to save my life--with the intention, if I was not mistaken, of going somewhere and seeing something. We were now somewhere abroad--somewhere in Norway was my idea; though why I 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 another I must find B. I roused myself, and summoned to my aid every word of Scandinavian that I knew.  B AND ONE FOR MYSELF AND BRINGING THEM TO THE TABLE LOOKED ROUND FOR B I COULD NOT SEE HIM ANYWHERE WHAT HAD BECOME OF HIM I HAD NOT SEEN HIM THAT I COULD RECOLLECT FOR HOURS I DID NOT KNOW WHERE I WAS OR WHAT I WAS DOING I HAD A HAZY KNOWLEDGE THAT B AND I HAD STARTED OFF TOGETHER WHETHER YESTERDAY OR SIX MONTHS AGO I COULD NOT HAVE SAID TO SAVE MY LIFE WITH THE INTENTION IF I WAS NOT MISTAKEN OF GOING SOMEWHERE AND SEEING SOMETHING WE WERE NOW SOMEWHERE ABROAD SOMEWHERE IN NORWAY WAS MY IDEA THE WAY I 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
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