The
officials said nothing.
After a while two French generals (or somethings) came in. They were
refused as we were, but they took no notice, unpacked their blankets and
lay down under the great central table. With them was a wife, she sat
miserably on a chair. The room got so stuffy when the door was shut that
she wished it opened; the draught was so bad when the door was open that
she immediately wished it shut. Unfortunately she got mixed: the Serbian
for open is very like the word for shut, and she used them reversed.
There was much confusion. Just as the officials were getting used to her
inversions, she corrected herself. More confusion. An English girl came
in, pushed aside the papers on the big table, and began to brew cocoa on
a Primus stove which she had brought with her. The officials looked
helplessly at each other. Jan recognized her as one of the Stobart unit
from Krag: she had got astray from her band, but was now rejoining them.
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CHAPTER XVII
KRALIEVO
We roused ourselves at seven a.
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