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In the beginning war for its own sake, mere fighting, is the subject; then war for a cause, which ennobles it beyond the power of personal prowess and justifies it as an element in national life; next, war for love, which refines it and builds the paradox of the deeds of hate serving the will of courtesy; last, war for the soul's salvation, which is unseen battle within the breast.
Look at me, and answer I don't count for much now, do I? Not much to hate in me, now you know the name of my child's father, and that 'tisn' Taffy Raymond!" "Let me go." But seeing that Lizzie would not, she stopped and kissed her boy. "Run out to the carriage, dear, and say I'll be coming in a minute or two." Little George clung to her wistfully, but her tone meant obedience.
You, too, my dear Natalie, will read with instruction and amusement the account of Louisiana. Washington, January 25, 1804. A letter from Mari, without a line from Theodosia, is novel. If the compliment should be returned, I should bring an old house about my ears. But no apologies or explanations. I hate them, and the matter will be forgotten before they can reach me.
But I must run back, for I suppose you know mother brought our governess with us, and it's time I was turning my toes out and my elbows in. Ugh! how I do hate such works. If I ever have a house, there shan't be a fashionable thing about it. I'll have it full of cats, dogs, and poor children, with a swing and a 'teater' in every room, and Billy Bender shall live with me, and drive the horses!"
We are away up here in an empty house, and your mother being gone " The girl interrupted him with an amused laugh, and said: "Nobody to protect me? Bless you, I don't need it. I'm not afraid. I might be if I was alone, because I do hate ghosts, and I don't deny it. Not that I believe in them, for I don't. I'm only just afraid of them." "How can you be afraid of them if you don't believe in them?"
She says life there is for ever eating galette de plomp, which I suppose means a suet pudding feeling. We all went to High Mass at eleven; it was very pretty, and such a good-looking priest handed the bag. I should hate to be a priest; shouldn't you, Mamma? You mayn't even look at any one nice. We breakfasted at Frascati, but we were a little bit gloomy at our trip being over.
Your Alice won't like me; and, to be frank with you, I don't like her. I like you, because you are poor and worried and seem old for your age although your age is a great one and because you have to cobble those horrid socks. There! good-bye for the present. Don't hate me too much; I can't help the way I am made. Oh; I hear Alice. What a detestable voice she has! Now then, I'm off."
But she did not answer immediately, and so he repeated the question. "Do you mean that? We've been digging into each other pretty industriously, and saying how we hate each other but are you willing to drop it and be friends? It's for you to say and you've got to say it now." Evadna hung up her head at that. "Are you in the habit of laying down the law to everyone who will permit it?" she evaded.
Can't we make life sweeter for one another than it is now? Come, my wife, be mine again. "I went on in this strain for some time, and my own words actually softened me more as I spoke. I felt sorry, too, for my wife, she seemed so wretched. Besides, it was a last chance, and I determined to humble myself. Any thing was better than perpetual hate and misery.
Katrine had grown to hate the day, to hate every minute in fact when she was not sleeping, and to try to make the night last as long as possible. Stephen noticed all this, and spoke to Talbot about it in distress. Talbot merely said, "Perhaps it's her health; you'd better ask her."
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