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🎮 Crouching close to the ground, behind the spreading roots of a giant oak, she raised her eyes. Before her lay a sea of smooth, soft mud nearly a mile wide. From the centre rose a solitary tree, from which all had been shot away but two bare branches like outstretched arms above the silence. Beyond, the hills rose again. There was something unearthly in the silence that seemed to brood above that sea of mud. The old priest told her of the living men, French and German, who had stood there day and night sunk in it up to their waists, screaming hour after hour, and waving their arms, sinking into it lower and lower, none able to help them: until at last only their screaming heads were left, and after a time these, too, would disappear: and the silence come again. “I wish you would always be yourself, as you are now,” she said, “and never pose.”!

🏆 “I don’t think she was happy,” answered Joan. “She was at first. As a child, I can remember her singing and laughing about the house, and she liked always to have people about her. Until her illness came. It changed her very much. But my father was gentleness itself, to the end.” “I must try,” agreed Mrs. Phillips, looking up. “What sort of things ought I to talk to him about, do you think?”!

🔥 Download in1150 He laughed. “It isn’t always a pose,” he explained. “It’s some men’s way of saying: Thy will be done.” She waited till they had reached a quiet road leading to the hills.!🔥