Don't, general; don't! We have got work to do; we must be brave, sir; brave, I say, and compose ourselves.

Ah, my friend, you and I are of one age; and this is a heavy blow for us.

And we are friends no more; it has made us brothers.

She was to be my child as well as yours; well, now she _is_ my child, and our hearts they bleed together." At this, the truth must be told, the two stout old men embraced one another like two women, and cried together a little.
But that was soon over with such men as these.

They sat together and plunged into the details of the expedition, and they talked themselves into hope.
In a week the _Springbok_ steamed down the Channel on an errand inspired by love, not reason; to cross one mighty ocean, and grope for a lost daughter in another..