Pamela was sitting in the
'den' writing a letter to Arthur Chicksands at Versailles. The first
onslaught on Amiens was over. The struggle between Bethune and Ypres
was in full swing.
'DEAREST--This house is so strange--the world is so strange!
Oh, if I hadn't my work to do!--how could one bear it? It seems
wrong and hateful even, to let one's mind dwell on the
wonderful, wonderful thing, that you love me! The British Army
retreating--_retreating_--after these glorious years--that is
what burns into me hour after hour! Thank God Desmond didn't
know! And if I feel like this, who am just an ignorant,
inexperienced girl, what must it be for you who are working
there, at the very centre, the news streaming in on you all the
time?--you who know how much there is to fear--but also how
much there is to be certain of--to be confident of--that we
can't know. Our splendid, _splendid_ men! Every day I watch for
the names I know in the death list--and some of them seem to be
always there.
Pages:
426
427
428
429
430
431
432
433
434
435
436
437
438
439
440
441
442
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450