We are yours--and you are ours.

One state--one country." "No, don't let us sentimentalise.

We have our own future.

It is not yours." "But you are loyal!" The note was one of pain.
"Are we?
Foolish word! Yes, we are loyal, as you are--loyal to a common ideal, a common mission in the world." "To blood also--and to history ?" Her voice was almost entreating.

What he had said seemed to jar with other and earlier sayings of his, which had stirred in her a patriotic pleasure.
He smiled at her emotion--her implied reproach.
"Yes, we stand together.