Meanwhile he surveyed the room as minutely as if it had been a museum,--trying the rocking-chair, examining pictures, snapping vases with his unpared nails, opening costly books, smelling of scent-bottles, scanning the anti-Macassars and the Berlin-wool mats.

He sang solos from La Grande Duchesse, and many other opera-bouffe songs, with great taste and verve.

Grunting with effort, his heavy pack weighing him down, he propelled himself over the wall into the grounds of the commie block.

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