I wonder if I was a brute to answer her as I did--and after her nice letter to me?
Anyway, it's no wonder she doesn't write to me any more.

And she _did_ tell me such a lot of news.
'Good-bye.

Your writing-pad is really ripping.

Likewise pen.
Hullo, there go some more shells.

I really must get back and see what's up .-- Your loving 'DESMOND.' Meanwhile in the seething world of London, where the war-effort of an Empire was gathered up into one mighty organism, the hush of expectancy grew ever deeper.