"Ah," she said, "war, after all, it's more terrible than one imagines." She seemed to be having tragic presentiments.

Her face was paler than usual; the normal lassitude of her features was full of gentleness; her eyelids were rosy as roses.

Then she smiled weakly and said, "There are some young men of eighteen who've enlisted, but only for the duration of the war.

They've done right; that'll be useful to them all ways later in life." * * * * * * On Monday we hung about the house till four o'clock, when I left it to go to the Town Hall, and then to the station.
At the Town Hall a group of men, like myself, were stamping about.
They were loaded with parcels in string; new boots hung from their shoulders.

I went up to mix with my new companions.