As for the firing, that appeared to have ceased.

And, sure enough, when we listened we could no longer catch the sound of the big guns.

Nor did we hear them again during that day.

Over his glass the priest spoke in his faulty English, stopping often to feel for a word; and when he had finished his face worked and quivered with the emotion he felt.
"This war--it is a most terrible thing that it should come on Belgium, eh?
Our little country had no quarrel with any great country.

We desired only that we should be left alone.
"Our people here--they are not bad people.