She might weep for her sons all she wanted to; that was her right.

But these sons were aggressors and wantonly doing evil.

It was the other mothers who were inspiring his pity--those who were living tranquilly in their smiling little Belgian towns when their sons were suddenly shot down, their daughters violated and their houses burned to the ground.
As though this description of the horrors of war were a fresh insult to her, Dona Elena wept harder than ever.

What falsehoods! The Kaiser was an excellent man.

His soldiers were gentlemen, the German army was a model of civilization and goodness.