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orty-five thousand millions; so that if it ever became necessary to replace all the true teeth by false ones, the firm of Strong, Bulbul & Co. would not be able to supply them. But we must leave Ephrinell gathering up the odontological treasures of the forty-second case. The bell is ringing for the last time. All the passengers are aboard. The _Astara_ is casting off her warps. Suddenly there are shouts from the quay. I recognize them as being in German, the same as I had heard at Tiflis when the train was starting for Baku. It is the same man. He is panting, he runs, he cannot run much farther. The gangway has been drawn ashore, and the steamer is already moving off. How will this late comer get on board? Luckily there is a rope out astern which still keeps the _Astara_ near the quay. The German appears just as two sailors are manoeuvring with the fender. They each give him a hand and help him on board. Evidently this fat man is an old hand at this sort of thing, and I should not be surprised if he did not arrive at his destination. However, the _Astara_ is under way, her powerful paddles are at work, and we are soon out of the harbor. About a quarter of a mile out there is a sort of boiling, agitating the surface of the sea, and showing some deep trouble in the waters. I was then near the rail on the starboard quarter, and, smoking my cigar, was looking at the harbor disappearing behind the point round Cape Apcheron, while the range of the Caucasus ran up into the western horizon. Of my cigar there remained only the end between my lips, and taking a last whiff, I threw it overboard. In an instant a sheet of flame burst out all round the steamer The boiling came from a submarine spring of naphtha, and the cigar end had set it alight. Screams arise. The _Astara_ rolls amid sheaves of flame; but a movement of the helm steers us away from the flaming spring, and we are out of danger. The captain comes aft and says to me in a frigid tone: "That was a foolish thing to do." And I reply, as I usually reply under such circumstances: "Really, captain, I did not know--" "You ought always to know, sir!" These words are uttered in a dry, cantankerous tone a few feet away from me. I turn to see who it is. It is the Englishwoman who has read me this little lesson. CHAPTER IV. I am always suspicious of a traveler's "impressions." These impressions are subjective--a word I use be
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