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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Men must have the courage of their convictions!" Hugo had said. Hers were all for peace. But there was not peace. There could not be peace until the war demon had had his fill of killing and one side had to cry for mercy. Which side should that be? That was the only question. "It will the sooner end fighting, won't it, Lanny?" she asked in a small, tense voice. "Yes."
We shall drive in masses on either side and storm the flanks." This she was telephoning to Lanstron a few minutes later and having, in return, all the news of the Browns. The sheer fascination of knowing what both sides were doing exerted its spell in keeping her to her part. "They've lost four hundred thousand men now, Lanny," she said. "And we only a hundred thousand.
"And they were low enough to see all they want to know and rising now evidently already out of reach of our guns and nothing against them!" he groaned as he saw a clear sky ahead of the big disk and its attending wings, while clenched fists pumping up and down with the movement of his forearms shook his whole body in a palpitation of angry disgust. "Lanny, what's the matter!
Then pausing, he glanced back, his face in another transformation that of a comedian. "La, la, la!" he clucked, tossing his head gayly. "Depend on me, Lanny! They'll never know I'm not deaf. I get my blue fits only on Sundays! And deafness has its compensations. Think if I had to listen to all the stories of my table companion, Peter, the coachman!
"You saw so much more of me than the others, Miss Galland," he said with a charming bow, "and you are so quick to observe that you are hardly a fair test. That little thunderer will not get me again. I'll fool the ones I want to fool. And I'm learning, Lanny, learning all the time getting a little deafer all the time.
"Lanny trying so hard under the pressure of his responsibility not to be human and unable to forget himself, and Westerling trying, really trying, to be human at times, but unable to forget that he is Jove! Did you wave your acknowledgments to Lanny,?" "Why, no! How could I?" asked Mrs. Galland. "He went over so fast I didn't know it was he a little figure so far overhead."
No one could refuse him sympathy and respect." Feller had won the day for himself where a friend's pleas might have failed. This was as it should be, Lanstron thought; and he smiled happily over the rare thing in Marta that felt the appeal which Feller had for him. "The right view the view that you were bound to take!" he said. "And yet, I don't know your plans for him, Lanny.
We're whittling them down," answered Lanstron. "Whittling them down! What a ghastly expression!" she gasped. "You are as bad as Westerling and I am worse than either of you! I I announced the four hundred thousand as if they were a score a score in a game in our favor. I am helping, Lanny? All my sacrifice isn't for nothing?" she asked for the hundredth time. "Immeasurably.
"Because you say you didn't think I'd stick it out ah, how well you know me. Lanny! is the one reason that I should." "True!" Lanstron agreed. "A victory over yourself!" "How often I have heard in imagination the outbreak of rifle-fire down there by the white posts! How often I have longed for that day for war! I live for war!" "It may never come," Lanstron said in frank protest.
She noted Marta's customary quickening interest at mention of Lanstron's name. It had become the talisman of a hope whose fulfilment was always being deferred. "How different Lanny and Westerling are!" Marta exclaimed, the picture of the two men rising before her vision.
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