I trust that soon the Germans will be driven back much faster.

The house quivers all the time.
It is old and already several pieces of plaster have fallen." Her anxiety was obvious.

With the Germans driven back she thought now of the Poiret homestead.

John, in the new strength that had come to him from food and drink, had forgotten for the moment that ceaseless quiver of the earth.

He held the little bottle aloft and poured a thin stream of wine into his glass.