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He knew so well the pangs of that suicidal suffocation, that he could talk for the very life of the other. He added: "A little black-whispered man looked up from his soap and towels this morning. His hat fell off, and I saw he had come a long ways. He looked at me again, and I spoke to him. Samarc, it was another of these little whirlwinds of human force a master workman like the man you loved.
Curiously enough in this turmoil it appeared for the first time why Samarc had been allowed a free field practically why he had not been impressed for service by one of the batteries. It was the steward's blouse that Abel had given him.... Peter lost wonder at this. Things were darkening about him. He smelled the cedars. Her colors seemed just out of view.... She had been near.
That night, when Boylan and Mowbray were together again, but a little apart from the others, Big Belt said: "Say, Peter, that little Spenski is a card. A good little chap, smart and modest. I like him." "I found Samarc worth cultivating, too," said Peter.
Samarc had known these towns that the Russian column was passing through, yet he had to ask the names, because of the destruction. The Austrians would always destroy in haste before leaving, and more leisurely the Russians would destroy. It seemed to affect Samarc, as some landmark reopened from its ruin for his eyes,
Entire figures of men could be seen, instead of necks, beards, and shoulders. Samarc gripped his arm, the other hand pointing to a little red-haired boy who ran, crouched, sped on again, halted to look, in the true squirrel fashion of advance, which is the approved procedure of skirmishers.
Peter recalled the saying of old sailors that you never know a skipper until you ship under him. Moments of evening, in the sharp hazes of wood smoke, when the whole army seemed nestling into itself, laughing, covering its nostalgia, putting on its strength, Peter met in certain moments the advisability of turning his back upon Boylan and Spenski and Samarc.
Though he checked himself, she knew his thought. "Yes, all day, they murdered white-browed men in the court below." "Berthe " "Yes." "I want you to guard your life as if it were mine just that." All surroundings were melting away from them. She had never seen him like this.... Even Samarc could not hear their whispers. "You came like an angel, Berthe, all I ever want of an angel.
It was not only Spenski, but the havoc under the cloths.... A young assistant surgeon at a near cot was rather too hastily laying bare the lint from a severe shoulder wound. Exchange with Samarc had of course stopped. Peter, thinking deeply, watched with but half attention until the assistant surgeon briskly rebound the wound, and began tugging at the soldier to get on his feet.
He had no hate for the Austrian gunners, because he had seen Samarc and Spenski at the same work, and he knew that the heart of man changes in a day. He would have helped the little undersurgeon had he been there. A moujik arose from his knees in front of them, as they staggered on. He was stunned, bewildered, blinded, but he could hear. "Come on we're going back," Peter said.
I'll see you through for another treatment." "Boylan, don't you stay up. You've roughed it to-day and been afield. Don't let me spoil your sleep with a big day ahead. It wasn't lack of sleep that got my nerve this morning " "Oh, I'll yap around till bedtime," said the other. "What does Samarc say?" "Something has come over him.
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