The chill of the overhanging snows fell upon them.
"It wouldn't have hurt you to accept the blanket," said Maurice to Fitzgerald.
"Curse it! I want nothing but two minutes freedom.

It would be warm enough then." "No confidences, gentlemen," warned the Colonel; "I understand English tolerably well." "Go to the devil, then, if you do!" said Fitzgerald discourteously.
"When the time comes," tranquilly.

"Of the two I like your friend the better.

To be resigned to the inevitable is a sign of good mental balance." "I am not used to words," replied the Englishman.
"You are used to orders.

I am simply obeying mine.