“He is also a German of the worst type,” she said sullenly.
“I’m not interested in what type he is. All I’m concerned with is the fact that he exists.”
There was silence for a moment and he thought that the argument was ended. Then she began to laugh again.
“Quite a guy, the Sarge!” she said derisively.
“Now look, Miss Kolin,” he began, “I’ve been very …”
But she was not listening any more. “The swine!” she exclaimed bitterly. “The filthy swine!”
George stared at her. She began pounding her knees with her fists and repeating the word “filthy.”
“Miss Kolin. Don’t you think …”
She rounded on him. “That girl in Salonika! You heard what he did?”
“I also heard what she did.”