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“No; to be a negro, that is not to be a Prus-
sian,” argued the woman.*
After La Cote St. Andre' the road ran between
low walnut-trees.—Now and then the monotony
of their endless lines was broken by a small vil-
lage, where men played bowls; and now and then
the road was lively with well-dressed people, who
jumped as the machine wheeled past them.-
“ But that it frightened me, for example ! ” cried
one.
But later a peasant called out—“ O malheur, ia
femme en avant! ”
—By-and-by the way grew lonelier, and we had
* We have never ceased regretting that we did not go to
see Crasmagne en Ameriqtie.
for
“No; to be a negro, that is not to be a Prus-
sian,” argued the woman.*
After La Cote St. Andre' the road ran between
low walnut-trees.—Now and then the monotony
of their endless lines was broken by a small vil-
lage, where men played bowls; and now and then
the road was lively with well-dressed people, who
jumped as the machine wheeled past them.-
“ But that it frightened me, for example ! ” cried
one.
But later a peasant called out—“ O malheur, ia
femme en avant! ”
—By-and-by the way grew lonelier, and we had
* We have never ceased regretting that we did not go to
see Crasmagne en Ameriqtie.
for