human
To our victories over hearts! And thereupon Lieutenant Otto, who was a species of bear from the Black Forest, jumped up, inflamed and saturated with drink, and suddenly seized by an excess of alcoholic patriotism, he cried:
gpt
To our victories over France!
human
Look here, I know some Frenchmen, in whose presence you would not dare to say that. But the little count, still holding her on his knee, began to laugh, for the wine had made him very merry, and said:
gpt
Ha! ha! ha! I have never met any of them, myself. As soon as we show ourselves, they run away! The girl, who was in a terrible rage, shouted into his face:
human
You are lying, you dirty scoundrel!
gpt
Ah! yes, talk about them, my dear! Should we be here now, if they were brave? And getting excited, he exclaimed:
human
We are the masters! France belongs to us! She jumped off his knees with a bound, and threw herself into her chair, while he rose, held out his glass over the table, and repeated:
gpt
France and the French, the woods, the fields, and the houses of France belong to us!
human
Long live Prussia!
gpt
All the women in France belong to us, also!
human
That ... that ... that ... is not true for you shall certainly not have any French women.
gpt
That is good, very good! Then, what did you come here for, my dear? She was thunderstruck, and made no reply for a moment, for in her agitation she did not understand him at first; but as soon as she grasped his meaning, she said to him indignantly and vehemently:
human
I! I! I am not a woman; I am only a strumpet, and that is all that Prussians want.