I'm a young chap and big and strong and I love life.

It is my duty as a man to go and kill other young chaps who love it as much as I do.

And they must do their best to kill me, 'Gott strafe England,' they're saying in Germany--I understand it.

Many a time it's in me to say, 'Gott strafe Germany.'" He drew in his breath sharply, as if to pull himself together, and was still a moment.

The next he turned upon her his wonderful boy's smile.
Suddenly there was trusting appeal in it.
"You don't mind my holding your hand and talking like this, do you?
Your eyes are as soft as--I've seen fawns cropping among the primroses with eyes that looked like them.