| They glimpsed its upper slopes through the fog of... 609 |
[Feb. 4th, 2010|02:54 am] |
They glimpsed its upper slopes through the fog of their effort, followed one another up the unending serpentines, and plodded along gratefully whenever their route was level for a time Minetta and Wyman and Roth were the most wretchedFor several hours they had been at the tail of the column, keeping up to the men ahead with the greatest difficulty, and there was a bond between the three of themMinetta and Wyman felt sorry for Roth, liked him because he was even more helpless than theyAnd Roth looked to them for support, knew in the knowledge of fatigue that they would not scorn him because they were only a little less prostrated than he He was making the most intense effort of his lifeAll the weeks and months Roth had been in the platoon he had absorbed each insult, each reproof with more and more painInstead of becoming |
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