He would have included "Deutschland uber Alles," if Joan hadn't made a supreme effort and stopped him.

Evidently a sporting little devil.

He took himself off into a corner after a time, where he played quietly to himself; and Joan was able to join in the conversation.
Greyson spoke with an enthusiasm that was unusual to him.

So many of our wars had been mean wars--wars for the wrong; sordid wars for territory, for gold mines; wars against the weak at the bidding of our traders, our financiers.

"Shouldering the white man's burden," we called it.