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Christopher and Columbus

CHAPTER V
The lady in the opposite berth was German, and so was the lady in the berth above her.
Their husbands were American, but that didn't make them less German. Nothing ever
makes a German less German, Anna-Rose explained to Anna-Felicitas.
"Except," replied Anna-Felicitas, "a judicious dilution of their blood by the right kind of
mother."
"Yes," said Anna-Rose. "Only to be found in England."
This conversation didn't take place till the afternoon of the next day, by which time
Anna-Felicitas already knew about the human freight being Germans, for one of their
own submarines came after the St. Luke and no one was quite so loud in expression of
terror and dislike as the two Germans.
They demanded to be saved first, on the ground that they were Germans. They
repudiated their husbands, and said marriage was nothing compared to how one had
been born. The curtains of their berths, till then so carefully closed, suddenly yawned
open, and the berths gave up their contents just as if, Anna-Felicitas remarked
afterwards to Anna-Rose, it was the resurrection and the berths were riven sepulchres
chucking up their dead.
This happened at ten o'clock the next morning when the St. Luke was pitching about off
the southwest coast of Ireland. The twins, waking about seven, found with a pained
surprise that they were not where they had been dreaming they were, in the sunlit
garden at home playing tennis happily if a little violently, but in a chilly yet stuffy place
that kept on tilting itself upside down. They lay listening to the groans coming from the
opposite berths, and uneasily wondering how long it would be before they too began to
groan. Anna-Rose raised her head once with the intention of asking if she could help at
all, but dropped it back again on to the pillow and shut her eyes tight and lay as quiet as
the ship would let her. Anna-Felicitas didn't even raise her head, she felt so very
uncomfortable.
At eight o'clock the stewardess looked in—the same stewardess, they languidly noted,
with whom already they had had two encounters, for it happened that this was one of
the cabins she attended to—and said that if anybody wanted breakfast they had better
be quick or it would be over.
"Breakfast!" cried the top berth opposite in a heart-rending tone; and instantly was sick.
The stewardess withdrew her head and banged the door to, and the twins, in their
uneasy berths, carefully keeping their eyes shut so as not to witness the behaviour of
the sides and ceiling of the cabin, feebly marvelled at the stewardess for suggesting
 
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