I know, and you know, that were I once dead you could and would set free my immortal spirit, even as you did my poor Lucy's.

Were death, or the fear of death, the only thing that stood in the way I would not shrink to die here now, amidst the friends who love me.

But death is not all.

I cannot believe that to die in such a case, when there is hope before us and a bitter task to be done, is God's will.

Therefore, I on my part, give up here the certainty of eternal rest, and go out into the dark where may be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!" We were all silent, for we knew instinctively that this was only a prelude.