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Joe Mauser said nothing to that. Max Mainz was stirring unhappily now. These officers were talking above his head, even as they ignored him. He had a vague feeling that he was being defended by Captain Mauser, but he didn't know how, or why. Balt Haer had been occupied in shouting fresh drinks. Now he turned back to the table.
"I suppose under the circumstances, you can. I was about to tell you that they're recruiting with lads running around half clothed. Medical inspections, that sort of thing." She made a noise through her nose and said over her shoulder, even as she sailed on. "Besides being a Haer, I'm an M.D., captain. At the ludicrous sight of a man shuffling about in his shorts, I seldom blush." She was gone.
The woman turned coolly round and looked through the paling, as if she supposed he had seen something behind her. 'Was't a haër? she asked, eyeing him with interest; 'ye ain't feared o' the like o' that? 'No, it was not a hare; I did not see a hare. 'What was't ye seed then? she asked, looking at him with bold determination. 'What did I see? he repeated vaguely, 'I saw nothing.
Haer.. iii. 11. 7. Whether the words were accidentally omitted, or whether they were inserted inferentially, for greater clearness, by the translator, it is hard to say. In any case the bearing of the quotations must be very much the same. If not made by Ptolemaeus himself, they were made by a contemporary of Ptolemaeus, i.e. at least by a writer anterior to Irenaeus. Haer. ii. 4. 1; cf.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her level. He had never realized that Nadine Haer was this much shorter then he. She pressed the softness of her lips to his. Then she held back a foot or two, and said into his face, desperately serious, "Does this make any difference, Joe?" He licked the edges of his lips, carefully, "It makes a great deal of difference."
"Better still, why not make it 1945? Then we could speed up to the point where we could polish ourselves off. What have you got?" Balt Haer said, his face in sulk, "Some of my lads based in West Hurley report concentrations of Cogswell's infantry and artillery near Ashokan reservoir." "Nonsense," somebody snapped. "We'd have him."
Then he lowered his glass and swept the assembled officers of his staff with an indignant glare. "Ten Eyck!" he grunted. An infantry colonel came to attention. "Yes, sir." Cogswell said heavily, deliberately. "Under a white flag. A dispatch to Baron Haer. My compliments and request for his terms. While you're at it, my compliments also to Captain Joseph Mauser." Zwerdling was bug-eyeing him.
Nadine Haer was deep into her theme, her eyes flashing her conviction. "A socio-economic system reacts like a living organism. It attempts to live on, indefinitely, agonizingly, no matter how antiquated it might have become. The Roman politico-economic system continued for centuries after it should have been replaced.
Then the major who had suggested the Saugerties field command headquarters were a fake, blurted a curt laugh. "This is no time for levity, captain," Balt Haer clipped. "Get to your command." A colonel said, "Just a moment, sir. I've fought with Joe Mauser before. He's a good man." "Not that good," someone else huffed. "Does he claim to be clairvoyant?" Joe Mauser said flatly.
I've read all the nonsense that has accumulated down through the ages about the need for, the glory of, the sacrifice of the professional soldier. How they defend their country. How they give all for the common good. Zen! What nonsense." Balt Haer was smirking sourly at her.
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