We never ought to have emerged from the jungle." He took a note-book from under his pillow and commenced to scribble.
An old-looking man spoke.

He lay with his arms folded across his breast, addressing apparently the smoky rafters.

He was a Russian, a teacher of languages in Paris at the outbreak of the war, and had joined the French Army.
"It is not only courage," he said, "that War brings out.

It brings out vile things too.

Oh, I'm not thinking merely of the Boches.