In their imagination it grows larger and larger.

It looms red and bloodshot, it hovers over them; wherever they go it follows, menacing, threatening, filling them with terror.

In Rheims there were one hundred thousand people, and by shells one thousand were killed or wounded.

The chances against were a hundred to one.

Those who left the city undoubtedly thought the odds were not good enough.
Those who on account of the bombs that fell from the German aeroplanes into Paris left that city had no such excuse.