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with printed sheets as at the beginning of hostilities。 A serene and resigned calm had succeeded the excitement of those first moments when the people were daily looking for miraculous interventions。 All the periodicals were saying about the same thing。 He was content with the official report； and he had learned to wait for that document without impatience； foreseeing that with but few exceptions； it would say the same thing as the day before。
The fever of the first months； with its illusions and optimisms； now appeared to Argensola somewhat chimerical。 Those not actually engaged in the war were returning gradually to their habitual occupations。 Life had recovered its regular rhythm。 〃One must live！〃 said the people； and the struggle for existence filled their thoughts with its immediate urgency。 Those whose relatives were in the army； were still thinking of them； but their occupations were so blunting the edge of memory； that they were becoming accustomed to their absence； regarding the unusual as the normal condition。 At first； the war made sleep out of the question； food impossible to swallow； and embittered every pleasure with its funereal pall。 Now the shops were slowly opening； money was in circulation； and people were able to laugh； they talked of the great calamity； but only at certain hours； as something that was going to be long； very long and would exact great resignation to its inevitable fatalism。
〃Humanity accustoms itself easily to trouble；〃 said Argensola； 〃provided that the trouble lasts long enough。 。 。 。 In this lies our strength。〃
Don Marcelo was not in sympathy with the general resignation。 The war was going to be much shorter than they were all imagining。 His enthusiasm had settled on a speedy termination；within the next three months； the next Spring probably； if peace were not declared in the Spring； it surely would be in the Summer。
A new talker took part in these conversations。 Desnoyers had become acquainted with the Russian neighbor of whom Argensola had so frequently spoken。 Since this odd personage had also known his son； that was enough to make Tchernoff arouse his interest。
In normal times； he would have kept him at a distance。 The millionaire was a great believer in law and order。 He abominated revolutionists； with the instinctive fear of all the rich who have built up a fortune and remember their humble beginnings。 Tchernoff's socialism and nationality brought vividly to his mind a series of feverish imagesbombs； daggers； stabbings； deserved expiations on the gallows； and exile to Siberia。 No； he was not desirable as a friend。 。 。 。
But now Don Marcelo was experiencing an abrupt reversal of his convictions regarding alien ideas。 He had seen so much！ 。 。 。 The revolting proceedings of the invasion； the unscrupulous methods of the German chiefs； the tranquillity with which their submarines were sinking boats filled with defenseless passengers； the deeds of the aviators who were hurling bombs upon unguarded cities； destroying women and childrenall this was causing the events of revolutionary terrorism which； years ago； used to arouse his wrath； to sink into relative unimportance。
〃And to think；〃 he said 〃that we used to be as infuriated as though the world were coming to an end； just because someone threw a bomb at a grandee！〃
Those titled victims had had certain reprehensible qualities which had justified their execution。 They had died in consequence of acts which they undertook； knowing well what the punishment would be。 They had brought retribution on themselves without trying to evade it； rarely taking any precautions。 While the terrorists of this war！ 。 。 。
With the violence of his imperious character； the old conservative now swung to the opposite extreme。
〃The true anarchists are yet on top；〃 he said with an ironical laugh。 〃Those who terrified us formerly； all put together； were but a few miserable creatures。 。 。 。 In a few seconds； these of our day kill more innocent people than those others did in thirty years。〃
The gentleness of Tchernoff； his original ideas； his incoherencies of thought； bounding from reflection to word without any preparation； finally won Don Marcelo so completely over that he formed the habit of consulting him about all his doubts。 His admiration made him； too； overlook the source of certain bottles with which Argensola sometimes treated his neighbor。 He was delighted to have Tchernoff consume these souvenirs of the time when he was living at swords' points with his son。
After sampling the wine from the avenue Victor Hugo； the Russian would indulge in a visionary loquacity similar to that of the night when he evoked the fantastic cavalcade of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse。
What his new convert most admired was his facility for making things clear； and fixing them in the imagination。 The battle of the Marne with its subsequent combats and the course of both armies were events easily explained。 。 。 。 If the French only had not been so fatigued after their triumph of the Marne！ 。 。 。
〃But human powers；〃 continued Tchernoff； 〃have their limits； and the French soldier； with all his enthusiasm； is a man like the rest。 In the first place； the most rapid of marches from the East to the North； in order to resist the invasion of Belgium； then the combats； then the swift retreat that they might not be surrounded； finally a seven days' battleand all this in a period of three weeks； no more。 。 。 。 In their moment of triumph； the victors lacked the legs to follow up their advantage； and they lacked the cavalry to pursue the fugitives。 Their beasts were even more exhausted than the men。 When those who were retreating found that they were being spurred on with lessening tenacity； they had stretched themselves； half…dead with fatigue； on the field； excavating the ground and forming a refuge for themselves。 The French also flung themselves down； scraping the soil together so as not to lose what they had gained。 。 。 。 And in this way began the war of the trenches。〃
Then each line； with the intention of wrapping itself around that of the enemy； had gone on prolonging itself toward the Northeast； and from these successive stretchings had resulted the double course toward the seaforming the greatest battle front ever known to history。
When Don Marcelo with optimistic enthusiasm announced the end of the war in the following Spring or Summerin four months at the outsidethe Russian shook his head。
〃It will be long 。 。 。 very long。 It is a new war； the genuine modern warfare。 The Germans began hostilities in the old way as though they had observed nothing since 1870a war of involved movements； of battles in the open field； the same as Moltke might have planned； imitating Napoleon。 They were desirous of bringing it to a speedy conclusion； and were sure of triumph。 Why employ new methods？ 。 。 。 But the encounter of the Marne twisted their plans； making them shift from the aggressive to the defensive。 They then brought into service all that the war staff had learned in the campaigns of the Japanese and Russians； beginning the war of the trenches； the subterranean struggle which is the logical outcome of th