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"The one fault I have to find with European life is the poor quality of

tobacco used"

It was eight o'clock, Thursday night, the night of the dinner at

Müller's I was dressing when Max entered, with a miserable cheroot

between his teeth

"They say," he went on, "that in Russia they drink the finest tea in

the world, siht overland and not by sea

Unfortunately, tobacco--we Anize no leaf as tobacco

unless it comes from Cuba--has to cross the sea, and is, in some

unaccountable ars

in Germany than in France, and I wouldn't have believed it possible, if

I had not gone to the trouble of proving it Fine country! For a week

I've been trying to smoke the Gerive it up on account ofthe cheroot into the grate

"Fire away," said I, struggling with a collar

"I have a box of Havanas over at the custoot to bail

out"

"No!" said I joyfully A Havana, and one of Scharfenstein's!

"I've an idea that they would go ith the dinner So, if you

don't et around to Müller, at half-past eight, then," said I

"I'll be there" He knehere to find the place

Müller's Rathskeller was the rendezvous of students, officers and all