"She's bound to become a splendid woman.

Is Weber still with the captain ?" "No, he's gone on his mission, whatever it is." "A fine night for travel," said Wharton sardonically.

"A raw wind, driving snow, pitchy darkness, slush and everything objectionable underfoot.

Yet I'd like to be in Weber's place.

A curse upon the man who invented life in the trenches! Of all the dirty, foul, squalid monotony it is this!" "You'll have to curse war first," said John.