The Slavs of the war zone . theAlfolder opens his eyes, and stares into the tear-filled ones of theEnglish girl, and with an effort, essays to raise her hand to hisUps, while the gaping crowd listens to a wounded Magyar whisper-ing—in English—My thanks to you, lady; yours is a good speak a little of your tongue, for I was in Canada ! Thediiver cracks liis whip and jolts off to the hospital, and theEnglish girl and her friend make their way to the forEnglish Governesses, in the Giselastrasse, where, to the honourof the Austrian Government, many derelict daughters of Britainnow e

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The Slavs of the war zone . theAlfolder opens his eyes, and stares into the tear-filled ones of theEnglish girl, and with an effort, essays to raise her hand to hisUps, while the gaping crowd listens to a wounded Magyar whisper-ing—in English—My thanks to you, lady; yours is a good speak a little of your tongue, for I was in Canada ! Thediiver cracks liis whip and jolts off to the hospital, and theEnglish girl and her friend make their way to the forEnglish Governesses, in the Giselastrasse, where, to the honourof the Austrian Government, many derelict daughters of Britainnow enjoy State protection and State courtesy. The evening has brought rain, and a drizzling mist obscuresthe great Hapsburg Eagle tliat reposes with outspread pinions onthe tiled roof of St. Stephens. If it had but life and could soarto freedom, if it could but Avrench itself from the grip of thepowers that bind and hold it, this Eagle might again dominatethe kingdoms of the Empire. But it cannot, and there is theend of On a road near Livno in Bosnia.

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