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She wondered if Lanny, too, were like that if it were not the nature of all conquerors who could not have their way. It seemed to her that Westerling was beneath the humblest private in his army beneath even that fellow with the liver patch on his cheek who had broken the chandelier in the sport of brutal passion.
There were long, poignant pauses between his sentences as he seemed to strive for coherence. " in order to prove it for my country, for Lanny, and for you who have been so kind to me!" he concluded, another dry sob shaking him. His chin dropped to his breast. Even the spark in his eyes flickered out. In the feeble lantern light that deepened the shadows of his face he was indescribably pitiful.
"Yes, I planned all, step by step, till I was chief of staff and ready. I convinced the premier that it was time to strike and I chose the hour to strike; for Bodlapoo was only a convenient excuse for the last of all the steps" The subjective enjoyment of the declaration kept him from any keen notice of the effect of his words. Lanny was right.
Marta's feverish, roving glance had noted him directly he was in sight. His face seemed to be in keeping with the other faces, in the ardor of a hunt unfinished; hand in blouse pocket, his bearing a little too easy to be conventionally military the same Lanny.
That lead horse is a little lame, but he'll last the night through. Lots of lame things will! Who knows? Maybe we'll be cleaning the mud off our boots on the white posts of the frontier to-morrow! A whole brigade mine! I live! You old brick, Lanny! This time we are going to spank the enemy on the part of his anatomy where spanks are conventionally given. La, la, la!"
By the time he had paid his third call he was Lanny to Marta and she was Marta to him, quite as if they had known each other from childhood. She had a gift for unaffected comradeship. He was the kind of man with whom she could be a comrade. There was always something to say the moment they met and they were never through talking when he had to go. They disagreed so often that Mrs.
"He's safe, safe, safe, Miss Galland! He was not hit! He is on his way back and ought to be here very soon!" She heard herself saying "Thank you!" But that was not for some time. The aide was already gone. He had had his thanks in the effect of the news, which made him think that a chief of staff should not receive congratulations for victory alone. Lanny would return through the garden.
And hadn't the old premier, her grandfather, said: "You can afford to be fussed about little things but never about big things"? "I'll hold the wire, Lanny. Ask Partow!" she concluded. Of the two she was the steadier. "Well?" said Partow, looking up at the sound of Lanstron's step.
"It's odd, but I think I'd know Lanny a mile away by a sort of instinct," said Marta. "You know I'd like a gun that would fire a bomb and drop a message of 'Hello, yourself! right on his knee. Wouldn't that give him a surprise?" "You and he are so full of nonsense that you " But Mrs. Galland desisted. What was the use?
Galland went on gently, with what Marta had once called the wisdom of mothers, "Lanny lives and lives for you. Your destiny is life and to make the most of life, as you always have. Isn't it, Marta?" "Yes," she breathed after a pause, in conviction, as she pressed her mother's hands. "Yes, you have a gift of making things simple and clear."
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