You keep on saying 'Wait a little,' but your time has come.

Now take it so, and don't repeat." "A man must get used to the idea of dying, or he will die hard," replied the master-carpenter, for he saw that Jean Jacques' hands were not so tightly clenched on the lever now; and time was everything.

He had already been near five minutes, and every minute was a step to a chance of escape--somehow.
"I said you were to blame," he continued.

"Listen, Jean Jacques Barbille.

You, a man of mind, married a girl who cared more for a touch of your hand than a bucketful of your knowledge, which every man in the province knows is great.