It is not our war at all, that is the cruel part of it.

It is Russia's war and yours.

Yet it is we who suffer most, we, the richest part of whose country is in the hands of the foe, we whose industries are paralysed, my country from whom the life-blood is being slowly drained.

You English, what do you know of the war?
No enemy has set foot upon your soil, no Englishman has seen his womankind dishonoured or his home crumble into ashes.

The war to you is a thing of paper, an abstraction--that same war which has turned the better half of my beloved country into a lurid corner of hell." "Our time has not yet come," Granet admitted, "but before long, unless diplomacy can avert it, fate will be knocking at our doors, too.