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112 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1911
“I suppose you are frightened of an invasion too, eh? Oh, that’s good. I’ve been reading all about your English play in a newspaper. Did you see it?”(Germans at Meat).
“Yes.” I sat upright. “I assure you we are not afraid.”
“Well then, you ought to be,” said the Herr Rat. “You have got no army at all – a few little boys with their veins full of nicotine poisoning.”
“Don’t be afraid,” Herr Hoffmann said. “We don’t want England. If we did we would have had her long ago. We really do not want you”.
“We certainly do not want Germany,” I said.
Whom then, asked Fräulein Elsa, looking adoringly at the Advanced Lady – “whom then do you consider the true woman?” “She is the incarnation of comprehending Love!” “But Love is not a question of lavishing”, said the Advanced Lady. “It is the lamp carried in the bosom touching with serene rays all the heights and depths of – “Darkest Africa,” I murmured flippantly.(The Advanced Lady)

At the head of the centre table sat the bride and bridegroom, she in a white dress trimmed with stripes and bows of coloured ribbon, giving her appearance of an iced cake all ready to be cut and served in neat little pieces to the bridegroom beside her, who wore a suit of white clothes much too large for him and a white silk tie that rose half-way up his collar.( Frau Brechenmacher Attends a Wedding)

"I suppose it's the savage pride of the female who likes to think the man to whom she has given herself must be a very great chief indeed."
