Excerpt from Monsieur Segotin's Story In the days before the war I use to go every summer to Blankenberghe. So did Monsieur Segotin. I smoke; he sold cigarettes; and thus it came about that we got to kw one ather. M. Segotin's tobacco shop was a small but a very good one. It had an admirable position on the digue close to the Casi and the biggest hotels, and it did a thriving trade in choice cigars among the rich men who were always in that part of the town. I was a humble eugh customer, but I was an Englishman, and I had a fair command of French, and so M. Segotin houred me with his approval. In those days Blankenberghe was a Paradise of the holiday-making German, and there was always some genial manufacturer from the Rhine Province or some jolly Westphalian coalowner or some hearty Berlin stockbroker choosing his fat Corona across the counter of M. Segotin, but to ne of them was M. Segotin more than distantly polite. The money of those people, he said to me, one time, is genuine eugh. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.