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And he waved his hat and sang the greeting of Brunnhilde.

Then he turned laughingly to Michael.
"I am sufficiently English to know how ridiculous that must seem to you," he said, "for I love England also, and the passengers on the boat would merely think me mad if I apostrophised the cliffs of Dover and the mud of the English roads.

But here I am a German again, and I would willingly kiss the soil.