'...Indeed, he came limping in with an army Prayer Book, and having prayed, walked out as though beyond the door lay another wound and another war. All "his year" in the eleven had been killed. Reliability, he used to say, was the first virtue. And indeed it was easy to understand his selection - for in circumstances of danger, or manners toward woman, or fair play within the status quo, his behaviour could be predicted as certainly as a tide; or a dawn or a season. But why - all these things considered - did he often look as if he might suddenly start screaming and then be unable to stop?'
from A Share of the World by Hugo Charteris (Part One, Chapter 9)
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