“Just as before.”
“Chust as vich ‘before’? Do you loaf Chermany or hate?”
She was permitted to say only one thing. It came hard:
“I love her, of course.”
“Ach, behüt’ dich, Gott!” he cried, and would have clasped her again, but she insisted on discipline. He began his explanation.
“I did told you how, to safe my life in England, I confessed somethings. Many of our people here will not forgive. My 275 only vay to get back vere I have been is to make––as Americans say––to make myself skvare by to do some big vork. I have done a little, not much, but more can be if you help.”
“What could I do?”
“Much things, but the greatest––listen once: our Chermany has no fear of America so long America is on this side of the Atlentic Ozean. Americans build ships; Chermany must destroy fester as they build. Already I have made one ship less for America. I cannot pooblish advertisink, but my people shall one day know, and that day comes soon; Der Tag is almost here––you shall see! Our army grows alvays, in France; and England and France can get no more men. Ven all is ready, Chermany moves like a––a avalenche down a mountain and covers France to the sea.
“On that day our fleet––our glorious ships––comes out from Kiel Canal, vere man holds them beck like big dogs in leash. Oh those beautiful day, Chermany conquers on lent and on sea. France dies, and England’s navy goes down into the deep and comes never back.
“Ach Gott, such a day it shall be––when old England’s empire goes into history, into ancient history vit Roossia and Rome and Greece and Bebylonia.