41/43 Then--by George! he pulled my nose an' called me a bloody Englishman!" Kurt groaned in the disgrace of the moment. But, amazingly, Miss Anderson burst into a silvery peal of laughter. that's--just too--good for--anything! You met your--match at last.... You know you always--boasted of your drop of English blood.... And you're sensitive--about your big nose!" "He must be over seventy," growled Anderson, as if seeking for some excuse to palliate his restraint. |