The English among the other sex, black-tied, dinner-jacketed, are men of the bench and bar, court officials, soldiers, wanderers from Pall Mall and Piccadilly who have come to Homburg to while away the month their favorite club is closed.

From the nearest French sentry, they learned that Grindley was lying drunk in their picket-house.

I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking.

I have no German.