EXTRAIT: CHAPTER I. HER STORY. Yes, I hate soldiers. I can't help writing it-it relieves my mind. All morning have we been driving about that horrid region into which our beautiful, desolate moor has been transmogrified; round and round, up and down, in at the south camp and out at the north camp; directed hither and thither by muddle-headed privates; stared at by puppyish young officers; choked with chimney-smoke; jolted over roads laid with ashes-or no roads at all-and pestered everywhere with the sight of lounging, lazy, red groups, -that color is becoming to me a perfect eye-sore What a...

EXTRAIT: CHAPTER I. HIS STORY. I ended the last page with "I shall write no more here." It used to be my pride never to have broken a promise nor changed a resolution. Pride What have I to do with pride? And resolutions, forsooth What, -are we omnipotent and omniscient, that against all changes of circumstances, feelings, or events, we should set up our paltry resolutions, urge them and hold to them, in spite of reason and conviction, with a tenacity that we suppose heroic, god-like, yet which may be merely the blind obstinacy of a brute? I will never make a resolution again. I will never...

EXTRAIT CHAPTER I. HER STORY. Many, many weeks, months indeed have gone by since I opened this my journal. Can I bear the sight of it even now? Yes; I think I can. I have been sitting ever so long at the open window, in my old attitude, elbow on the sill; only with a difference that seems to come natural now, when no one is by. It is such a comfort to sit with my lips on my ring. I asked him to give me a ring, and he did so. Oh Max, Max, Max Great and miserable changes have befallen us, and now Max and I are not going to be married. Penelope's marriage also has been temporarily postponed,...