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Updated: June 3, 2025
Judenbach sat on the slope of a hill, a little city, its heart of stone, very ancient, its "hoopskirts," as Boylan said, made of woven-cane huts. Already the stone buildings of the narrow main street were crowded with wounded. The correspondents were not permitted far either way from headquarters.
Boylan found himself stepping forward with a gladness that was answered with sharp objection by his own nature, and which he would not have let Peter Mowbray know for all Judenbach. He was disgusted with the weakness that made a man friend such a profound institution in his breast. The hall-way was dark. Boylan heard low voices; something from them prevailed to hush his entrance.
Boylan was fighting for Peter's life as he would not have fought for his own; and yet he warmed to the commander fibers all through him warming something of man-business about this office that made the headquarters at Judenbach look sinister and den-like. It was just his hope in all likelihood. "But Mr. Boylan," Lornievitch added, "what would you do in my case?
They had come to rely upon her more and more, realizing the character of her service, and forgetting its origin in Judenbach. She did not want to disappoint them. With Peter Mowbray here in good hands and climbing back to life no woman in the midst of war could ask more.... At the bedside again, she pondered the recent weeks to this hour.
It was just in the turning that he had caught the gleam of her colors not when he stared straight in. Peter assured himself of this before giving himself up. The dead man in the hospital steward's coat had been carried forth from the bomb-proof pit. Boylan was not ready to go back to Judenbach. It was almost noon.
"Hush I want it too. Oh, you can never know how much!... I had better go now " "Not until I know all about you. To-morrow is to be the big day of the battle. All may be changed. If it's a Russian victory, this is our last night in Judenbach " "You will go out to the fronts?" "Yes, for a little, but I shall watch how the day fares, so I can hurry back." "To-day we were just a stone's throw apart.
"I could not help thinking of that when I recalled another little matter yesterday in Judenbach. Once when we were little, my brother Paul and I quarreled. My mother and I were alone afterward. I told her of the tragedy. Everything seemed lost since I had lost Paul. She said, 'Some time you will find your real playmate, if you are good and search very hard. I suppose she has forgotten.
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