But there were possibilities about
Russia. Idealism lay hid within that sleeping brain. It would be a holy
war for the Kingdom of the Peoples. With Germany freed from the monster
of blood and iron that was crushing out her soul, with Russia awakened to
life, we would build the United States of Europe. Even his voice was
changed. Joan could almost fancy it was some excited schoolboy that was
talking.
Mary had been clasping and unclasping her hands, a habit of hers when
troubled. Could good ever come out of evil? That was her doubt. Did
war ever do anything but sow the seeds of future violence; substitute one
injustice for another; change wrong for wrong. Did it ever do anything
but add to the world's sum of evil, making God's task the heavier?
Suddenly, while speaking, she fell into a passionate fit of weeping. She
went on through her tears:
"It will be terrible," she said. "It will last longer than you say.
Every nation will be drawn into it. There will be no voice left to speak
for reason. Every day we shall grow more brutalized, more pitiless.
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