The defences of this place are
nothing. Does he fold his hands like a man of peace that he is,
and say, 'Thy will be done'? Not the Saadat. He gets two soldier-
engineers, one an Italian who murdered his wife in Italy twenty
years ago, and one a British officer that cheated at cards and had
to go, and we've got defences that'll take some negotiating. That's
the kind of man he is; smiling to cheer others when their hearts are
in their boots, stern like a commander-in-chief when he's got to
punish, and then he does it like steel; but I've seen him afterwards
in his tent with a face that looks sixty, and he's got to travel a
while yet before he's forty. None of us dares be as afraid as we
could be, because a look at him would make us so ashamed we'd have
to commit suicide. He hopes when no one else would ever hope. The
other day I went to his tent to wait for him, and I saw his Bible
open on the table. A passage was marked. It was this:
"Behold, I have taken out of thy hand the cup of trembling, even the
dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again: But
I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have
said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid
thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.
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