Nobody else will be
allowed to speak. It always has been so in war. It always will be. This
will be no exception merely because it's bigger. Every country will be
given over to savagery. There will be no appeal against it. The whole
world will sink back into the beast."
She ended by rising abruptly and wishing them good-night. Her outburst
had silenced Joan's impish drummer, for the time. He appeared to be
nervous and depressed, but bucked up again on the way to the bus. Greyson
walked with her as usual. They took the long way round by the outer
circle.
"Poor Mary!" he said. "I should not have talked before her if I had
thought. Her horror of war is almost physical. She will not even read
about them. It has the same effect upon her as stories of cruelty."
"But there's truth in a good deal that she says," he added. "War can
bring out all that is best in a people; but also it brings out the worst.
We shall have to take care that the ideals are not lost sight of."
"I wish this wretched business of the paper hadn't come just at this
time," said Joan: "just when your voice is most needed.
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