The Amazing Interlude

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George H. Doran Company, 1918 - Belgium - 317 pages
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Driven by a sense of duty and fear of monotony, Sara Lee leaves her comfortable life and fiance in Philadelphia to serve the Red Cross in Belgium during WWI.

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A tearjerker towards the end. The many instances of the author addressing the reader to say that later the heroine would find something out got on my nerves. Read full review

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Touched by stories from the front, Sara Lee Kennedy leaves her fiancé in Pennsylvania, and travels to Europe to do her part ("I can make soup"). Aided by sheer pluck and a handsome young Belgian ... Read full review


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Page 34 - She told him almost at once. He had only reached the dining room of the Léete house, which he was explaining had a white wainscoting, when she interrupted him. The ladies of the Methodist Church were going to collect a certain amount each month to support a soup kitchen as near the Front as possible.
Page 34 - fierce and domineering person, but if there's any bullying I know who'll do it." " She's not like the other girls you know," she reiterated rather helplessly. " Sure she's not ! But she's enough like them to need a house to live in. And if she isn't crazy about the Léete place I'll eat it.
Page 292 - Trou là là, ça ne va guère; Trou là là, ça ne va pas. When he heard steps inside Henri went back to the ambulance. He got in and drove it, lights and all, down the street.
Page 287 - time in a chair, but it moved about so that he had to hold very tight to the arms. When he looked up again the secretary had picked up his soft black hat and was at the door. " I shall inquire," he said. Henri saluted him stiffly, with his left hand, as he went out.
Page 60 - out and took in one or two. The door closed. And overhead the band played monotonously. It was after seven when Sara Lee's turn came. The heavy-set man spoke to her in French, but he failed to use a single one of the words she had memorized. " Don't you speak any English ?
Page 23 - trembling. As for Sara Lee, instantly two pictures flashed through her mind, each distinct, each clear, almost photographic. One was of Anna, in her tiny house down the street, dragged with a nursing baby. The other was that one from a magazine of a boy dying on a battlefield and crying " Mother !
Page 237 - no allowance is enough. Sara Lee told him that evening of her recall, told him when the shuffling of many feet in the street told of the first weary men from the trenches coming up the road. He heard her in a dazed silence. Then : " But you will not go ? " he said.
Page 167 - motor cycle stopped the rumbling lorry at the head of the procession and delivered a message, which the guide read by the light of a sheltered match. The train moved on, but it did not turn down to the village. It went beyond to a place of safety, and there remained for the night.
Page 37 - She was very busy and rather sad. She was helping Aunt Harriet to close the house and getting her small wardrobe in order. And once a day she went to a school of languages and painfully learned from a fierce and kindly old Frenchman a list of French nouns and prefixes like this : Le
Page 282 - men, wounded men, homeless men coming to her little house with its firelight and its warmth. Here and there the match that lighted a cigarette showed a white but smiling face. They stopped before the door, and the warm little house, with its guarded lights and its food and cheer, took them in. XXVII

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