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Updated: June 5, 2025
The rock shielded from view the man who seemed to be kindling a pine torch, but the flare had warned her in time to make her crouch low and consider her course. That path which she had chosen was cut off. Then, low and guarded voices stole across to her with the light. "War's ther gal? She didn't git inside too, did she?"
The War's not over by a long sight. Weintraub's a German. Carlyle was pro-German I remember that much from college. I believe your friend Mifflin is pro-German, too. I've heard some of his talk!" Titania faced him with cheeks aflame. "That'll do for you!" she cried. "Next thing I suppose you'll say Daddy's pro-German, and me, too! I'd like to see you say that to Mr. Mifflin himself."
"He air the same feller who hev been spyin' ye all the time this war's been goin' on; hit's that dried-faced, snaky Eli Crump, who ye knocked down 'n' choked up in Hazlan one day fer sayin' something ag'in Isom." "I knowed it I knowed it oh, ef I could git my fingers roun' his throat once more jes once more I'd be 'mos' ready to die."
The greatest kingdoms it has framed, The oldest cities reared from dust, Yet war's fierce torch has ne'er inflamed; Happy are they who in it trust! I live within a dwelling of stone, There buried in slumber I dally; Yet, armed with a weapon of iron alone, The foe to encounter I sally.
"Wasn't he my Willie boy, who had the blood of fightin' ancestors in his veins as well as brains an' a love o' book larnin' from his pa? "But he says when the war's over he's goin' back to his books an' make good, an'," with simple assurance; "I know he will. Jest think," she added dreamily, "my little son, a lawyer!
But Partan Singh, the Sikh, who carried in bread and cocoa to them at about five the next morning and found them still talking, heard King say, "So, in my opinion, sir, there'll be no jihad in these parts. There'll be sporadic raids, of course, but nothing a brigade can't deal with. The heart of the holy war's torn out and thrown away." "Very well," said the general.
"Be a Simon," said the Master, "For this cross belongs to me." Still is crucified my Saviour, I myself must a Simon be; Take my cross and walk humbly Up the slopes of Calvary. You bade me good-bye with a smile, love, And away to the west wild and drear; At the sound of war's bugle shrill calling You went without shadow of fear.
"Nor all your sufferings," interrupted Miranda, as Constance wonderingly let them in. "Oh, nor yours! nor Connie's! nor all his; nor our whole past of the last two interminable years; but this whole poor terrified city's fate, and, for all we know, the war's final issue!
If, on the other hand, we deduct from the £700 millions raised by revenue the £200 millions which represent the normal pre-war cost of Government to this country we find that the proportion of war's cost raised out of revenue is slightly over 25 per cent.
"The time when we have to get into this melee or become the pariah dog among countries. I don't profess to any knowledge of international affairs, but any fool can see that our sham neutrality will be the most costly piece of political blundering ever perpetrated in history. Here we are in 1915. The war's nine months old. For every day we stand aside we shall eventually pay a year's bill."
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