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"There was
always war about the walls of this cathedral, but they went on with
it, stone by stone, without hurry."
We stood there in a long silence, not on one night only, but many
times, and out of those little dark streets below the cathedral of
Amiens came the spirit of history to teach our spirit with wonderment
at the nobility and the brutality of men, and their incurable folly,
and their patience with tyranny.
"When is it all going to end, Palmer, old man?"
"The war, or the folly of men?"
"The war. This cursed war. This bloody war."
"Something will break one day, on our side or the other. Those who
hold out longest and have the best reserves of man-power."
We were starting early next day--before dawn--to see the beginning of
another battle. We walked slowly over the little iron bridge again,
through the vegetable market, where old men and women were unloading
cabbages from a big wagon, then into the dark tunnel of the rue des
Augustins, and so to the little old mansion of Mme.


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