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"I would like to know where we will be two years from now."
"Some of us won't be here. Have you seen Lloyd George's speech on
the German peace terms? That means going on to the end. A speedy
peace might have left us out, but there will be no peace. Not yet,
or soon."
"And still we don't prepare!"
"The English tradition persists," said the Irishman, bitterly.
"We want to wait, and play to the last moment, and then upset our
business and overthrow the whole country, trying to get ready in a
hurry.
"I wonder what they will do, when the time comes, with men like
you and myself?"
"Take our money," said Nolan viciously. "Tax our heads off. Thank
God I haven't a son."
Clayton eyed him with the comprehension of long acquaintance.
"Exactly," he said. "But you'll go yourself, if you can,"
"And fight for England? I will not."
He pursued the subject further, going into an excited account of
Ireland's grievances. He was flushed and loquacious. He quoted
Lloyd George's "quagmire of distrust" in tones raised over the noise
of the band.


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