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"
Oh
,
God
!
"
he
cried
suddenly
,
and
started
at
the
sound
of
his
voice
in
the
stillness
.
The
rain
dripped
on
.
A
minute
longer
he
lay
without
moving
,
his
hands
clinched
.
Then
he
sprang
to
his
feet
and
gave
his
clothes
a
tentative
pat
.
"
I
'm
very
damn
wet
!
"
he
said
aloud
to
the
sun-dial
.
HISTORICAL
The
war
began
in
the
summer
following
his
freshman
year
.
Beyond
a
sporting
interest
in
the
German
dash
for
Paris
the
whole
affair
failed
either
to
thrill
or
interest
him
.
With
the
attitude
he
might
have
held
toward
an
amusing
melodrama
he
hoped
it
would
be
long
and
bloody
.
If
it
had
not
continued
he
would
have
felt
like
an
irate
ticket-holder
at
a
prize-fight
where
the
principals
refused
to
mix
it
up
.
That
was
his
total
reaction
.
"
HA-HA
HORTENSE
!
"
"
All
right
,
ponies
!
"
"
Shake
it
up
!
"
"
Hey
,
ponies
--
how
about
easing
up
on
that
crap
game
and
shaking
a
mean
hip
?
"
"
Hey
,
ponies
!
"
