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Chapter 7
 Of course, they did not know it in The States'' office, neither the Old Man nor his managing editor, but a way had been found to rock Peter Mowbray. Indeed he would have been rocked to pieces had he not found his work that day in Judenbach. ....When no one was listening, he would talk to the wounded. Peter discovered that there was a woman in him, as many a field-man has discovered. In fact he came to believe that we are all mixed men and women, and that it is the woman in us that suffers most. He had a suspicion that there was a woman in Boylan, and had to smile just there. He sank into the work, and saved himself. Samarc appeared to be asleep.  
He would have laughed to have heard his own talk . A man does not remember what he says to a loved horse, or to a dog that looks up in passing. Innocent as that, Peter's sayings to the wounded and dying. Had there been spies about, the American would have been counted safe. He had to talk; his heart was so full; it was part of the action that saved him. All the time there was in the background of his mind a steady at himself—something of his, , , that was not exactly ready to to all this change and emotion, and yet was not strong enough to prevent.
 
Twice through the long forenoon he saw a little black-whiskered orderly, eyes dark and wide and deep, his nose sensitive and finely shaped, his shoulders unsoldierly. Once his cap fell as he went to lift a pan, and Peter saw as noble a brow as ever a man. He went to him and, as he stood there, he found there was nothing to say.
 
“Who are you?” the other asked.
 
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