Excerpt: ..."But you flash out on the point of honour." Doggie laughed. "Which shows that I have the essential of the soldier." Doggie's manner was not without charm. She relented. "You know very well what I mean," she said rebukingly. "And you don't deserve that I should tell it to you. It was my intention to say that you have sacrificed many things to make yourself a simple soldier." "Only a few idle habits," said Doggie. "You joined, like the rest, as a volunteer." "Of course." "You abandoned everything to fight for your ...
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Excerpt: ..."But you flash out on the point of honour." Doggie laughed. "Which shows that I have the essential of the soldier." Doggie's manner was not without charm. She relented. "You know very well what I mean," she said rebukingly. "And you don't deserve that I should tell it to you. It was my intention to say that you have sacrificed many things to make yourself a simple soldier." "Only a few idle habits," said Doggie. "You joined, like the rest, as a volunteer." "Of course." "You abandoned everything to fight for your country?" Under the spell of her dark eyes Doggie spoke according to Phineas after the going West of Taffy Jones, "I think, Mademoiselle Jeanne, it was rather to fight for my soul." She resumed her sewing. "That's what I meant long ago," she remarked with the first draw of the needle. "No one could fight for his soul without passing through suffering." She went on sewing. Doggie, shrinking from a reply that might have sounded fatuous, remained silent; but he realized a wonderful faculty of comprehension in Jeanne. After awhile he said: "Where did you learn all your wisdom, Mademoiselle Jeanne?" "At the convent, I suppose. My father gave me a good education." "An English poet has said, 'Knowledge comes, but Wisdom lingers'"-Doggie had rather a fight to express the meaning exactly in French-"You don't gather wisdom in convents." "It is true. Since then I have seen many things." She stared across the room, not at Doggie, and he thought again of the ghosts. "Tell me some of them, Mademoiselle Jeanne," he said in a low voice. She shot a swift glance at him and met his honest brown eyes. "I saw my father murdered in front of me," she said in a harsh voice. "My God!" said Doggie. "It was on the Retreat. We lived in Cambrai, my father and mother and I. He was a lawyer. When we heard the Germans were coming, my father, somewhat of an invalid, decided to...
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Very Good+ No Dustjacket. Book New York: John Lane, 1918. First Edition. Very Good+/No Dust jacket. First Edition decorated American trade binding. Burgundy cloth boards with burgundy silhouette of soldiers with bayonets against black background, gold lettering on cover, gold lettering on spine. No bumping or fraying. Binding is tight & square, no cracking. Pages and edges are clean, with clean endpapers; no names, writing or marks. Shallow chipping at top of title page from rough opening of pages. 346 pages + four pages of publisher's advertising at rear of book.
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Fine in Fine jacket. First edition. Fine in fine dustwrapper with a very short tear and a little foxing, and art by J.K. Hanna. Pampered young man wants to write a histroy of wallpaper, WWI intervenes and he meets a middle class French girl. A lovely copy.