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"I tell you it is a mistake. The boy is as sound as " He couldn't finish. There were exceptions to everything he thought of. "I want to see him," he added. "I'll try to manage that for you, a little later." It was darkening. In the front room of the house, Kohlvihr sat bung- eyed by a telegraph instrument. The further strategy from Judenbach was still in the dark to Boylan.
Enough that Big Belt forgot all his dreams. ...That white-skinned, wonder-eyed girl, the fire creature, twice seen in the bitter shadows of Judenbach!
There'll be a hard pull to get across the hills to-morrow all hands, Peter." "This may be our last night in Judenbach then?" "If killing a division will start a hole across that range of hills, it's our last night " I'll sit it out with Samarc," Peter said. "Go to it, if you think best. You were a mighty sick woman this morning. Something in yonder helped you.
He wished he could spare them, stop the continual sacrifice. Miles of gray lines moving out now. ...His companion's tugging hand. It dawned upon Peter before many sounds that Samarc wanted to go alone. He pointed the trail back around the hills toward Judenbach, where it would meet the road Kohlvihr had taken, suggesting that Peter join the staff.
Judenbach was retained, but the Americans were drawn forth by the exigencies of service with Colonel Ulrich's force, and on the afternoon of the third day following the German entry, they looked back upon the little hill-town a last time.
I forgot for years. But it came to me here.... You see I never suffered before, never was tested, everything came smoothly, everything covered up " "You are good to let us listen," Fallows said quietly. He was staring at the ceiling. "Here in Judenbach the relations of all other days began to match up. It was as if the whole war was to show me, each department carried on clearly.
Of course, they did not know it in The States' office, neither the Old Man nor his managing editor, but a way had been found to rock Peter Mowbray. Indeed he would have been rocked to pieces had he not found his work that day in Judenbach. ....When no one was listening, he would talk to the wounded. Peter discovered that there was a woman in him, as many a field-man has discovered.
We will let you know," said Dabnitz. "It would be a shame to interrupt such a pleasant party. Judenbach will be our headquarters for one more night." Moritz Abel was saying: "... There is one perfect story in the world. It will bear the deepest scrutiny of mind or matter or soul. Physically it is exact; mentally it balances; spiritually it is the ultimate lesson.
The red face went down with the other to the clay floor. The roar of the battle followed as Peter staggered back alone to Judenbach. He must have traversed a mile before there was a rational activity of his faculties. The first mental picture was that of the officers running along the works as the order for "advance as skirmishers" was given.
Mowbray's ears were deadened to all sounds save from the immediate machine-guns and the big hounds above; to his eyes the swaying strings of infantry smoke-puffs in the valley were spectral and soundless. The Russians had taken the little town of Judenbach in the early afternoon, but the Austrians gave them a stand two miles beyond, finding solid position in a range of craggy hills.
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