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"No, I don't grow weary of the garden and the isolation as long as there is hope. But being deaf, always deaf, and yet hearing everything! Always stooped, even when the bugles are sounding to the artillery garrison that is somewhat tiresome!" "The idea of being deaf was yours, you know, Gustave," said Lanstron. "Yes, and the right plan.
While they were together Lanstron was a brake on his friend's impulses of frivolity which carried him to extremes; but they separated after receiving their commissions, Feller being assigned to the horse-artillery and Lanstron to the infantry and later to the staff. In charge of a field-battery at manoeuvres Feller was at his best.
She bent over him with gratitude and praise and a plea for forgiveness in her eyes, submerging the thing which he sought in them. He flushed boyishly in happy embarrassment, incapable of words for an instant; and silently the staff looked on. "And I agree with Partow," Lanstron went on, "that we cannot take the range. The Grays still have numbers equal to ours.
We yield the advance redoubts on either side." "Meanwhile, we have massed heavily behind the redoubt. We retake the advance redoubts in a counter-attack and " Partow brought his fist into his palm with a smack. "Yes, if we could do that! If we could get them to expend their attack there!" put in Lanstron very excitedly for him. "We must! She shall help!" Partow was on his feet.
I'm sorry, Gustave. I " Lanstron began miserably. "But why not?" said Feller, with a wan attempt at a smile. "You see I mean it does not matter!" he concluded in a hopeless effort at philosophy. "My thoughtlessness, my callousness, my obsession with my work! I should not have told your story," said Lanstron.
Such things are too important to be concealed by one army from another." "Lanstron certainly cannot carry them in his pockets," remarked Turcas. "Still, we must be sure," he added thoughtfully, more to himself than to Westerling, who had already turned his attention to a document which Turcas had laid on the desk.
"We're all in pretty good humor," remarked the vice-chief. He seemed to have a pleasant taste in his mouth that would last him for life. Then Marta saw their faces grow businesslike and keen, as they gathered around the table, with Lanstron at the head. They were oblivious of her presence, immured in a man's world of war. "Your orders were obeyed.
It had the high notes of men who were weary, of a terrible exultation, of spirit stronger than tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other exclamations from both officers and men expressed a hunger whetted by the taste of one day's victory. "We'll go on!" "We'll make peace in their capital!" "And with an indemnity that will stagger the world!" "Nothing is impossible with Lanstron.
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.
"Marta, you are unjust!" exclaimed Lanstron, for he revered Partow as disciple reveres master. "Partow has the iron cross!" the prized iron cross given to both officers and men of the Browns for exceptional courage in action and for that alone. "He won it leading a second charge with a bullet in his arm, after he had lost thirty per cent, of his regiment. The second charge succeeded."
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