According to her graphic picture, millions of men were now surging forth in enormous streams, thousands of cannons were filing by, and tremendous mortars like monstrous turrets.

And towering above all this vast machinery of destruction was a man who alone was worth an army, a being who knew everything and could do everything, handsome, intelligent, and infallible as a god--the Emperor.
"The French just don't know what's ahead of them," declared Dona Elena.
"We are going to annihilate them.

It is merely a matter of two weeks.
Before August is ended, the Emperor will have entered Paris." Senora Desnoyers was so greatly impressed by these dire prophecies that she could not hide them from her family.

Chichi waxed indignant at her mother's credulity and her aunt's Germanism.

Martial fervor was flaming up in the former Peoncito.