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the appearance of belonging to travelers of the far places. We had first class accommodations on the trains always, at a rate which figures out to be less than a cent per mile on the military ticket to which we are entitled. This famous "quart de tarif" later took me over most of France, too.

Hunger asserted itself and at a late hour in the afternoon I trotted out to get a bite to eat. The only thing I could get, though, was plenty of drink to eat. The war has required restrictions just as in England. Here ^[[in France]] I found that nothing directly eatable could be purchased between the hours of 2 and 6 o'clock. If this be so, as it certainly is, then I [[strikethrough]] fear [[/strikethrough]] ^[[believe]] that our English cousins [[strikethrough]] must [[/strikethrough]] ^[[would]] brew their own afternoon tea, though the country were occupied by the enemy.

The Cafés are numerous and well stocked with liqueurs and all manner of drinks. It is forbidden to serve whiskey to men in uniform, but Lordy knows there is plenty of else to whet ones thirst. [[underline]] Everyone [[/underline]] drinks in this