ouple of ▓bunches Of course!” “Was●! In Italien” In his voice was a▓ll the sarcasm he could call up ▓from a tolerably caustic nature. “I am▓ no Italian.I come from the U●nite
d States.” “United States!” bellowed t▓he gendarm
e, looking around at his com▓panion.“What is this United S▓tates” 39“Ah-er-well, there is ▓such a country,” suggested the midget, “▓but—”
“And in this country of yours y▓ou do not speak French, nor German, nor ye●t Italian” snapped the officer, relapsing unco▓nsciously into French.
“No, we spe▓ak English.” “Mille diables! English! What● then is that” “Ja.Es gib●t so eine Sprache,” ventured the dwarf▓. The spokesman
ignored him. “▓Well, pay fifteen francs and we have seen● nothing.” “Impossible.” “Then b▓ack to Sion an
d the gendarme●rie.” “Very well, en rout▓e.” The pair scowled and turne●d aside to whisper together.The tall one▓ continued,
are a pauvre diable on foot—five francs▓.” “Five francs for two bunches ▓of grapes, comme a” I gasped ho●lding t