The Well of Saint Clare
THE WELL OF SAINT CLARE BY ANATOLE FRANCE A TRANSLATION BY ALFRED ALLINSON [Illustration] LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY: MCMIX WM. BRENDON AND SON, LTD., PRINTERS, PLYMOUTH CONTENTS Prologue--The Reverend Father Adone Doni 3 San Satiro 17
beg your pardon for asking, my cabbage! I beg your pardon, Sergeant
Raymond!"
Tom Raymond, whose, chum had addressed him by the military title,
looked curiously at his companion, and smiled at the appellation of
the term cabbage. It was one of the many little tricks picked up by
association with their French flying comrades, of speaking to a
friend by some odd, endearing term. It might be cucumber or rose,
cabbage or cart wheel--the words mattered not, it was the meaning
back of them.
"Say, is anything the matter?" went on Tom, as his chum, attired
like himself', but wearing an old blouse covered with oil and
grease, continued to smile. "What gave you the notion that my head
hurt?"
"I didn't say it hurt. I only asked how it was. The swelling
hasn't begun to subside in mine yet, and I was wondering if it had
in yours."
"Swelling? Subside? What in the world--"
Jack Parmly brought to a sudden termination the rapid torrent of
words from the mouth of his churn by silently pointing to a small
medal fastened to the uniform jacket of his friend. It was the
THE WELL OF SAINT CLARE BY ANATOLE FRANCE A TRANSLATION BY ALFRED ALLINSON [Illustration] LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY: MCMIX WM. BRENDON AND SON, LTD., PRINTERS, PLYMOUTH CONTENTS Prologue--The Reverend Father Adone Doni 3 San Satiro 17