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 *—its breadth and strength, I mean. The world wants a Nobleman, bigger than the little gentlemen of politics; a Leader calling to the great human heart of our tribes, and lifting them with one grand gesture out of the mire of old passions and vendettas and jealousies to a higher plane of—commonsense. Out of the jungle, to the daylight of fellowship. Out of the jungle."

He repeated those words twice, with a reverent solemnity. He believed that so much emotion had been created in the heart of the world that when the war ended anything might happen if a Leader came—a new religion of civilisation, any kind of spiritual and social revolution.

"We might kill cruelty," he said. "My word, what a victory that would be!"