He couldn't keep off the reality long. In every direction the murderous army--no song, no laugh, no human nature, no love, no work, but death. He was imprisoned. And somewhere near or far in the midst of such a chaos, was Berthe Wyndham. Could she live in this?.... Peter was suicidal, very close to that, a new thing to him. Queerly he realized that death would be easy for himself, simple, acceptable. For there was no escape. They would not let him go. There was no place that one could go out of the army. Not even the dead go back.... It would not be fair to her. Воспроизведено в оригинальной авторской орфографии издания 1891 года (издательство "New York, George H. Doran Co").

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