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Afraid in your youth of the burden that I bear in age?" His fingers closed in on Lanstron's with such force that the grip was painful. "Promise!" he commanded. "I promise!" Lanstron said with a throb. "That's it' That's the way!
The next minute, perhaps after another glass of champagne, he would be winning a burst of laughter by his mimicry of a gouty old colonel reprimanding him for his erring career. Naturally, in the instinct of friendship, Lanstron's own account left out the unpleasant and dwelt on the pleasant facts of Feller's career. "His colonel did not understand him," he said.
"You could hardly reach Lanstron though you spent a queen's ransom," said Bouchard in his literal fashion. "I should say not!" Westerling exclaimed. "No doubt about Lanstron's being all there! I saw him ten years ago after his first aeroplane flight under conditions that proved it. However, he must have susceptible subordinates."
Feeding on victory and growing greedy of more, his division chiefs were discussing how to press the war till the Grays sued for peace; and he was silent in the midst of their talk, which was interrupted by the ringing of the tunnel telephone. When he came out of his bedroom, Lanstron's distress was so evident that those who were seated arose and the others drew near in inquiry and sympathy.
"Oh, the chance of it! the chance of it!" "Gustave!" Lanstron's voice, still low, came in a gust of sympathy, and the pocket which concealed his hand gave a nervous twitch as if it held something alive and distinct from his own being. "The trial wears on you! You feel you must break out?" "No, I'm game game, I tell you!" Still Feller spoke to the branch, which was steady now in a firm hand.
Compliments from subordinates to superiors had not received Partow's favor and, therefore, not Lanstron's. Eccentric old Partow had once disparaged the Napoleonic idea as a fetich which had nothing to do with modern military efficiency, and he had added that if Napoleon were alive to-day nobody would be so prompt to see it as Napoleon himself.
Partow turned his thick, white palm toward a chair, and his smile, now clearly showing that he was not deeply offended with Lanstron's insubordination, had a singular charm. The smile vanished as Lanstron seated himself and in its place came such a look as friend Toil had seen on very rare occasions. "The way that the Grays gave out our despatch convinces me of their intentions," Partow said.
He had reached across the table and seized Lanstron's shoulders in a powerful if flesh-padded grip. Then he turned Lanstron around toward the door of his bedroom and gave him a mighty slap of affection. "My boy, the brightest hope of victory we have is holding the wire for you.
It was like having a page out of her secret self. It brought the glow of his great desire into Lanstron's eyes. "Hello, stranger!" she called as she saw him, and quickened her pace. "Hello, pedagogue!" he responded. As they shook hands they swung their arms back and forth like a pair of romping children for a moment.
"Oh, the murder of it the murder!" he breathed. "But they brought it on! Not for theirs, but for ours!" said the vice-chief of staff, laying his hand on Lanstron's shoulder. "And we sit here while they go in!" Lanstron added. "There's a kind of injustice about that which I can't get over. Not one of us here has been under fire!"
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