The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.
What an interesting comparison! A regular, small grindstone being worked to death by mean compared to Earth as the great grindstone that continues to turn. But the smaller grindstone must represent the lives of the French and English, forever spilling blood over a feud.
