No Man's Land

s all so impossible, so incredible. I remember Clive Draycott looking foolishly at his recall telegr

remarked peevishly, "i

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yellow shoes, with suits most obviously bought off the peg, wandered about with ladies of striking aspect. Occasional snatches of conversation, stray gems of wit, sci

arm, a deprecating noise from his manly lips, which may have been caused by bashfulness at the compliment

the group, "if we are lookin

face was bronzed, while his eyes, brown and deep-set, held in them the glint of the desert places of the earth: the mark of the jungle where birds fl

r England gnawed at men's hearts. It would be incredible, inconceivable; but impossible things had happened before. Many must have felt that fear, but to none can it have been quite so personal, so hideously personal, as to the off

on board,

many have fought and cursed and killed in the mud-holes of the Somme; how many have chosen the other path, and even though they had no skill and aptitude to recommend them, are earning now their three and four pounds a week making munitions. But they have answered the call, that throng and others like them; they have l

ere leaning over the side watching the coast fade away. "In England two days after three

t-"Is it au revoir, or is it good-bye?"-they went below. The sun was indeed over t