XXVIII. THE MOB AND THE MILL
XXIX. CONTRACTS
BOOK FOUR
THE OLD HOUSE
XXX. "JEST LIKE THE INTERPRETER SAID"
BOOK I
THE INTERPRETER
"Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."