You would not fear, no, but your friends would have good reason to fear.

It's a menagerie in revolt over there.
It is not really the place for you.

Abandon the thought, I beg.' 'I shall, if my brother does not go,' said Carinthia.
Laughter of spite at a remark either silly or slyly defiant was checked in Fleetwood by the horror of the feeling that she had gone, was ankle-deep in bloody mire, captive, prey of a rabble soldiery, meditating the shot or stab of the blessed end out of woman's half of our human muddle.
He said to Chillon: 'Pardon me, war is a detestable game.

Women in the thick of it add a touch to the brutal hideousness of the whole thing.' Chillon said: 'We are all of that opinion.

Men have to play the game; women serving in hospital make it humaner.' 'Their hospitals are not safe.' 'Well! Safety!' For safety is nowhere to be had.