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ran out ironi the station to embrace us. Jim 

 began to show fight; then burst Into laughter; 

 for it was only the Irish-Frenchman and the 

 drooping man. 



'You were very bad yesterday?' I asked. 



'Never mind. You're going? What a pity! 

 Bou voyage, messieurs! A good crossing. Au 

 revoir! Mais oiii — au rcvoir, re-VOIR, n'est-ce 

 pasf 



'Au revoir; c'est caf we said. 



But he died soon afterwards, the Irish-French- 

 man, of sleeping rough in cold weather. 



As the steamer was making Folkstone harbour, 

 one of the crew, who had been entertaining us with 

 cross-Channel gossip, drew us aside: 'Better get 

 up among the first-class, else you'll be kept back 

 with these rotten aliens.' It was with conscious 

 pride that we hurried for'ard, leaving the aliens to 

 be sorted out abaft the barrier; with a sense of 

 possession that we stepped on an English quay; 

 with I know not what In our minds that we took 

 train for our own West-country. 



And a few days afterwards again, we sorrowed 

 — not with the facile distant emotion of newspaper 

 readers — when we learnt that five men of Notre 

 Dame de Boulogne had been washed overboard in 



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