For her there were no longer Germans, English, nor French; there only existed men; men with mothers, with wives, with daughters.

And her woman's soul was horrified at the thought of the combats and the killings.

She hated war.

She had experienced her first remorse upon learning of the death of Ferragut's son.
"Take me with you," she urged.

"If you do not take me out of my world I shall not know how to get away from it....