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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Mr Standfast — Chapter 14: Mr Blenkiron Discourses on Love and War (1919)

I had almost lost interest in my division, for I knew that for me the real battle-front was not in Picardy, and that my job was not so easy as holding a length of line. Also I longed to be at the same work as Mary.
I remember waking up in billets the morning after the night at the Château with the feeling that I had become extraordinarily rich. I felt very humble, too, and very kindly towards all the world—even to the Boche, though I can't say I had ever hated him very wildly. You find hate more among journalists and politicians at home than among fighting men.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Mr Standfast — Chapter 14: Mr Blenkiron Discourses on Love and War (1919)

I told Mr Blenkiron so . . . Of course I agreed. I'm not even very much afraid of it. I'm a member of the team, you know, and I must play up to my form. I can't do a man's work, so all the more reason why I should tackle the thing I can do.'
'But,' I stammered, 'it's such a . . . such a degrading business for a child like you. I can't bear . . . It makes me hot to think of it.'
Her reply was merry laughter.
'You're an old Ottoman, Dick. You haven't doubled Cape Turk yet, and I don't believe you're round Seraglio Point. Why, women aren't the brittle things men used to think them.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Mr Standfast — Chapter 14: Mr Blenkiron Discourses on Love and War (1919)

Suddenly he meets something that is as fresh and lovely as a spring flower, and has wits too, and the steeliest courage, and yet is all youth and gaiety. It's a new experience for him, a kind of revelation, and he's big enough to value her as she should be valued . . . No, Dick, I can understand you getting cross, but I reckon it an item to the man's credit.'
'It's his blind spot all the same,' I said.
'His blind spot,' Blenkiron repeated solemnly, 'and, please God, we're going to remember that.'
Next morning in miserable sloppy weather Blenkiron carted me about Paris.
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