It is through them that I am able to turn my back upon Europe.

I have done my share of fighting," he went on sadly, "and the horror of it will never quite leave me.

I think that no one has ever charged me with shirking my duty, and yet the sheer, black ugliness of this ghastly struggle, its criminal inutility, have got into my blood so that I think I would rather pass out of the world in some simple way than find myself back again in that debauch of blood.

Is this cowardice, Philippa ?" She looked at him with shining eyes.
"There isn't any one in the world," she said, "who could call you a coward.

Whatever I may decide, whatever I may feel towards you, that at least I know." He kissed her fingers.
"At ten o'clock," he began-- "But listen," she interrupted.