'Nothing doing here, though the casualties go on every day.
However we all know in our bones there will be plenty to do soon.

As for me I am--more or less--all right again.' Indeed, as September wore on, expectation quickened on both sides of the Channel.

Nelly went in fear of she knew not what.

The newspapers said little, but through Carton and the Farrells, she heard a great deal of military gossip.

The shell supply was improving--the new Ministry of Munitions beginning to tell--a great blow was impending.
Weeks of rain and storm died down into an autumnal gentleness.