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 But what a waste of life! What a lowering of civilisation! Our heritage—what was it, after victory? Who would heal the wounds of the world?

Brand suddenly spoke, after our long tramp in the darkness, past windows from which came music, and singing, and shouts of laughter. He uttered only one word, but all his soul was in it.

"Peace!"

That night we went to see Eileen O'Connor and to enquire after the girl Marthe. Next day Pierre Nesle was coming to find his sister.