She went over to one of the window-seats.
"Come and sit here by me," she said, "and tell me everything about it."
So Peter described "the war, and what they fought each other for," as
well as he was able, for, despite his intentions, his mind would wander
as those eyes looked into his.
"I am glad that Podds was blown to pieces!" said Leonore.
"Don't say that."
"Why?"
"Because it's one of those cases of a man of really good intentions,
merely gone wrong. He was a horse-car driver, who got inflammatory
rheumatism by the exposure, and was discharged. He suffered fearful
pain, and saw his family suffer for bread. He grew bitter, and took up
with these wild theories, not having enough original brain force, or
education, to see their folly. He believed firmly in them. So firmly,
that when I tried to reason him out of them many years ago he came to
despise me and ordered me out of his rooms. I had once done him a
service, and felt angered at what I thought ungrateful conduct, so I
made no attempt to keep up the friendliness.
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