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1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 433                   Munich

2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 and frequently hearing them slur about the Americans having “ a harsh language” so much inferior to their “soft delivery”, does not increase our affection for them. Today a couple of them sat nearly opposite to us.     One a little white haired old gent, the other a portley [sic] pompous round faced side whiskered individual who startled us all, as soon as seated, by a yell into old gents ear who proved to be deaf.   And kept it up, all the time revolving his head like a jointed doll, tearing off hunks of bread and Eating while others were awaiting the first course.  His subject of conversation was a general gossip about mutual friends, chiefly ladies, for the old gents information and amusement.     Yelled into his ear it had to be repeated nine times out of ten in a still higher tone, which hushed our end of the table into disgusted silence.       For example=

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 “Did you know poor lady Morton had gone?

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 “Hey! whats that?

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 “Did you know poor lady Morton was gone?

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 “Dead! Dead!” sighed the old Gent after the manner of our inimitable Mark Twain.

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “Oh no not dead,  gone to Rome”

8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 We occasionally catch glimpses of their love for us. Last evening I stepped quietly into the little reading ^room^ and was much amused at three old English ladies in a row on the sofa gossipping [sic] and knitting lively.   Some broad slurs were thrown at Americans, when I rattled my paper—a lull—a whisper— then one continued boldly “on yes I have known some very good people among the Americans” They saw me reading the “London Times”-

9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 28th Today The “Metrailleur”- was the first

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