"Brother Colburn is a
perfectly honor'ble man," said Ramsey, solemnly. "He is one of the most
honor'ble men in this--"
"Of course!" she cried. "Oh, can't I make you understand that I'm not
condemning him for a little flattery to me? I don't care two straws
for his showing that _I_ didn't influence him. He doesn't interest me,
please understand."
Ramsey was altogether perplexed. "Well, I don't see what makes you go
for him so hard, then."
"I don't."
"But you said he was treach--"
"I don't _condemn_ him for it," she insisted, despairingly. "Don't you
see the difference? I'm not condemning anybody; I'm only lamenting.
"What about?
"About all of you that want _war_!"
"My golly!" Ramsey exclaimed. "You don't think those Dutchmen were right
to drown babies and--"
"No! I think they were ghastly murderers! I think they were detestable
and fiendish and monstrous and--"
"Well, then, my goodness! What do you want?"
"I don't want war!"
"You don't?"
"I want Christianity!" she cried. "I can't think of the Germans without
hating them, and so to-day, when all the world is hating them, I keep
myself from thinking of them as much as I can.
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