Just there, over the heart, and you'll know no more until you are in Paradise." Turning down the leather of his right boot, he thrust his hand down the side of his leg.

But Kenneth sprang back with a cry.
"No, no," he cried, covering his face with his hands.

"Not that! You don't understand.

It is death itself I would cheat.

What odds to exchange one form for another?
Is there no way out of this?
Is there no way, Sir Crispin ?" he demanded with clenched hands.
"The approach of death makes you maudlin, sir," quoth the other, in whom this pitiful show of fear produced a profound disgust.