Torrential Serbian protests filled the hall of a great mansion at Belgrade. "No, no—you shall not go out. Think, father Nikola, of what the doctor said! Please, you must not go out into the night air. . . ."
"Bring me my overcoat," said Nikola Pashitch gruffly. Bearded and patriarchal, he spoke with the quiet firmness of one who has been his country's Premier eleven times. He had taken only a glass of milk and some cheese for supper, and soon he would be 81, and the doctors...
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