And now it's too late; the desire is gone; I have no inclination to fight, Ailsa.

Drums always annoyed me.

I don't particularly like a gun.
I don't care for a fuss.

I don't wish to be a soldier." Ailsa said: "I rather like the noise of drums.

I think I'd like--war." "Molly Pitcher! Molly Pitcher! Of what are you babbling," whispered Celia, laughing down the flashes of pain that ran through her heart.