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Portrait of Joseph Alexander Altsheler Joseph Alexander Altsheler The Guns of Europe — Chapter III: The Refuge

I'm growing tremendously hungry, Philip."
"Hunger is frequent in a great war. You'll grow used to it."
His manner took away any sting that his words might have contained. John could yet see those wonderful gray eyes shining through the twilight, and his heart warmed anew to the young Frenchman. If he were to be cast away in this strange German town Lannes was just the comrade whom he would have chosen.
"We're resurrected," continued Lannes, "and we'll leave our graveyard. May it be a long time before I enter another! And yet with a world going to war who can tell?"
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Portrait of Joseph Alexander Altsheler Joseph Alexander Altsheler The Guns of Europe — Chapter III: The Refuge

John laughed until his eyes grew wet.
"You've been there," he said, as Lannes sat down again, panting. "You've proved it, and I no longer wonder at your fine colloquial English."
"I like your country and I like you Americans," said Lannes seriously. "You are the favorite children of the world, and I say children purposely, because you are children. You think you are terribly wicked, but you're not wicked at all. You're mere amateurs in vice compared with the hoary and sinful nations of Europe. We're more quiet about it, but we practice tricks that you never dream of.
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Portrait of Joseph Alexander Altsheler Joseph Alexander Altsheler The Guns of Europe — Chapter III: The Refuge

We have Agincourt and Cressy and Poitiers and La Belle Alliance to say that they will fight. And now they will fight again, but on our side. The bravest of our ancient enemies will stand with us, brothers in arms, shoulder to shoulder against an arrogant foe!"
"Do you know this, Philip Lannes, or is it some dream of that hopeful brain of yours?"
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