Yet they would receive laurels from tradition.

He cried out bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious memories were shams.
However, he still said that it was a great pity he was not as they.
A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a means of escape from the consequences of his fall.

He considered, now, however, that it was useless to think of such a possibility.

His education had been that success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.

He presently discarded all his speculations in the other direction.