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Yet while he lived, Boylan could not let it go on, in this specific instance. He was fighting the Russian army now; that die was cast; the one thing to do was to keep Peter Mowbray alive as long as possible. He went about further details without hope, however. Dabnitz was carefully bound and lifted to the corner in the midst of saddles and kit.
I'll gamble you didn't find anything " "A little book of poems by a man we're familiar with. A woman's name on the front page a woman we're familiar with. Nothing startling, Mr. Boylan." Dabnitz was gone, the bags lying on the floor. Big Belt opened the nearest flap. On top was a case containing a tooth brush and a pair of razors. "Peter will want these," he muttered. Peter walked ahead unbound.
"Yesterday I was an anesthetic," Poltneck wailed. "To-day I am to be a stimulant." Kohlvihr now came forward. "It is time," he said. "General," said Dabnitz, "we have to deal with an unusual peasant, I am afraid." "It would not do for me to encroach upon the work of professionals," the singer explained in dilemma. "You see he is humorous," Dabnitz observed.
The huge face of Boylan close by mutely implored him to be silent. "Samarc," he called. Samarc did not turn. Now Peter saw the red face of Kohlvihr in its gray fringe suddenly lifted and enlarged. The effigy was close to it, but not higher, and hands were tightening beneath it Samarc's strong unhurt hands. There had been one snarling scream. It was followed by a shot from Dabnitz.
Finally it was necessary to get Dabnitz of the staff to conduct them.... It had all been a jumble of ambulances at nightfall from the field, the lieutenant said. Russian soldiers were not ticketed. Many faces on the cots were bandaged beyond recognition. The three gave up at midnight, Peter gaining strength rather than losing it in the later hours.
A little way farther and the staff awoke. An officer spoke. The peasant was caught and booted quiet. Kohlvihr licked his lips to keep them still. He perceived that Mowbray's eyes had fastened upon his mouth. The lips opened again. The order came forth for the soldier to be flogged.... It was their particular friend, Dabnitz, a lieutenant of the staff, who was given the execution of this order.
It was the voice of a public speaker; the voice of a man making good many words.... Dabnitz stepped between Boylan and Mowbray, stretching out his arms before them. It was all in an instant. They saw Dabnitz's apologetic smile and a Russian platoon at their right, rifles raised then the ragged volley. Each of the three fell differently.
As it looked to him now, he had become all that was obvious and average and easy; while his mother's passion had been for him to become one of the singular and precious and elect.... He would never have seen this so clearly had it not been for Berthe Wyndham. She had given him a kind of new birth, taken up the work wherein his mother had failed.... Dabnitz came in.
Peter's eyes turned to the blank wall of the main building where Dabnitz had been busy as they passed. To the right, in the gloom from the walls, was a row of iron gratings, the windows knocked out darkness under the low stone lintels. Peter had not noticed before this dim square, within the square.
"Ah, Dabnitz a little romance! All night he was serving in the hospital. I went out to find him this morning, and saw him turn into the amputation house. Following, I saw him standing there.... He had probably never seen her until last night. You know how some young fellows are. They you turn around and they are in an affair " "But the two were overheard to speak of days in Warsaw together.
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