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flashed, screeched, and rolled past. From both sides of the avenue people rushed toward the tracks. The old gentle -man, his glasses and handkerchief gone, was sitting on the asphalt, Someone helped him up. He stood, sheepishly shaking his head, brushing his coat sleeves with the palms of his hands, and wiggling one leg, to test its condition.
"I said 'hit by a tram,' not 'run over,' which I might also have said," remarked Frau Monde coolly, as she worked a thick cigarette into an enameled holder. "In any case, this is an example."
She blew two streams of gray smoke through her nostrils and again fixed Erwin with her hard bright eyes.
"I liked you immedi