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Peter managed to get a knuckle up to rub his eyes. "He's back with us," Boylan whispered. "Don't go," she pleaded. "Don't be a fool," said Boylan. She was there beside him, bending lower and lower. It was against nature for them not to forget the exterior world for a moment, and Boylan was on the stairs.... He saw Sondreig with eyes that seemed to have dropped their scales.
The Russian coup of the destroyed bridges, that lesser disaster, would some time be told. Boylan might be persuaded to tell the story to America without adjectives. This was not a very humane way to regard large kindness from saddened and maddened men, and Boylan did not linger over it. The Order in Sondreig soothed. It was like a fine morale shown by troops in a pinch.
They fight day and night in the Stockade. They are trying to spare Sondreig.... I wish you might have been with him that last night before he went. It was before I found you before I saw the big man in the street.... He was glad to go. There was no sense of sacrifice in it. His whole sense was of our sorrow and the world's sorrow.
And all about them the great trees pondered between the winds pine and balsam, cedar and fir. It had looked like a bit of an island from the Sondreig window, but proved a true forest when they reached there an enchanted one to Berthe and Mowbray. So both times he had started back while there remained light in the sky. And Peter had become thoughtful.
The truth: these two, and two others somewhere in the world, were the surviving four of a complement of over thirty men who had made up the original outfit now known as the Schmedding Polar Failure. Colonel Hartz, detached from his cavalry command for service in the prison- hospital at Sondreig, was second in command here as he had been to Schmedding in that former ill-starred expedition.
"They make only a few on the pattern of Mowbray.... Last night I saw her in the street here at Sondreig.... So you see why I arranged for her to take my place at his side but you can arrange the rest " "For God's sake, what do you want? You talk and talk about such people and women and love stories when we have so much to say about ourselves " "Be patient. We have all time," said Big Belt.
"Not as far as Sondreig from here a place you have never seen, but I watched it every day from the window of the apothecary shop until you were moved. He offered himself at once when he heard the cholera quarantine.... But he left a message for you to carry, Peter gave it to me for you. "I saw him for a few brief moments after he had volunteered.
The prodigious prices which these things commanded in Sondreig appealed to him as a trifle; in fact, the simplicity of life on these direct terms of living first hand, struck him as the eternally right way.... Then she cooked for him, very intent and eager in the great joy of it, agitated by his praise.
Big Belt was alone with his friend again, but Peter seemed merely the body of a man, not much use. They were kept very close by the Germans, and told frankly that they were to be sent as soon as possible to the big prison-hospital at Sondreig. Even German correspondents were not permitted afield.
The soft winter air blew in from the slightly opened casement. Peter's face was wan and boyish different to Boylan as a result of his encounter in the street. He saw Peter now with the eyes of a man who must give up.... She was here in Sondreig. He would not help her, but if she came, there would be no fight.... It had been his fault.
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