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Many officers came,
amongst them the husband of the little Russian girl we had met at
Prepolji. They all seemed to be Voukotitches, and at last the Sirdar
himself honoured us. He is a huge man, and yet seemed to take up more
room than his size warrants. He has a flat, almost plate-like face, with
pallid blue eyes which seemed to focus some way beyond the object of his
regard. Were his moustache larger he would be rather like Lord
Kitchener, and he was very pleased at the obvious compliment. He poses a
little, moves seldom but suddenly, and shoots his remarks as though
words of command. He was very kind to us, and was immensely astonished
at Jo's Serbian, holding up his hands and saying "Kako" at every one of
her speeches. He suggested that poor Bogami should be beaten, but we
begged him off. Captain Voukotitch, the husband of a day, was appointed
to be our guide for the morrow--because Jo spoke Serbian.
After tea we went up to the bubbly mosque, which was in reality the
Greek church.


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