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 One or two voices said that they did not know. The majority said gutturally:

"Waiting for our mates, sir"

"I should have thought you could have waited under cover," Tietjens said caustically. "But never mind; it's your funeral, if you like it" This getting together a strong passion. There was a warmed reception-hut for waiting drafts not fifty yards away But they stood, teeth chattering and mumbling "Hoo Hooo " rather than miss thirty seconds of gabble About what the English sergeant-major said and about what the officer said and how many dollars did they give you And of course about what you answered back Or perhaps not that. These Canadian troops were husky, serious fellows, without the swank of the Cockney or the Lincolnshire Moonrakers. They wanted, apparently, to learn the rules of war. They discussed anxiously information that they received in orderly rooms, and looked at you as if you were expounding the gospels

But, damn it, he, he himself, would make a pact with Destiny, at that moment, willingly, to pass thirty months in the frozen circle of hell, for the chance of thirty seconds in which to tell Valentine Wannop what he had answered back to Destiny What was the fellow in the Inferno who was buried to the neck in ice and begged Dante to clear the icicles out of his eyelids so that he could see out of them? And Dante kicked him in the face because he was a Ghibelline Always a bit of a swine, Dante Rather like like whom? Oh, Sylvia Tietjens A good hater He imagined hatred coming to him in waves from the convent in which Sylvia had immured herself Gone into retreat