"After all these years, to come when I have got a snug billet." "Never mind, my lad," the general said, rising, and squaring his shoulders like a man who braces himself up for an effort.

"Be it what it may we'll face it as British soldiers should.

D'ye remember at Chillianwallah, when you had to run from your guns to our square, and the Sikh horse came thundering down on our bayonets?
We didn't flinch then, and we won't flinch now.

It seems to me that I feel better than I have done for years.

It was the uncertainty that was killing me." "And the infernal jingle-jangle," said the corporal.