They will come to an empty and a stricken country--a country red with blood, desolate, with blackened houses and empty cities.

The horror of it! Think, my friend David, the horror of it!" Bellamy threw his head back with a sudden gesture of impatience.
"You take too much for granted," he declared.

"England, at any rate, is not yet a conquered race.

And there is France--Italy, too, if she is wise, will never suffer this thing from her ancient enemy." "It is the might of the world which threatens," she murmured.
"Your country may defend herself, but here she is powerless.
Already it has been proved.

Last year you declared yourself our friend--you and even Russia.