There must be a reason for the dead-status of the black, a reason for the Teuton spreading over the earth as no other race has ever spread.

There must be something in race heredity, else I would not leap at the summons." "A great race, Vance.

Half of the earth its heritage, and all of the sea! And in threescore generations it has achieved it all--think of it! threescore generations!--and to-day it reaches out wider-armed than ever.
The smiter and the destroyer among nations! the builder and the law-giver! Oh, Vance, my love is passionate, but God will forgive, for it is good.

A great race, greatly conceived; and if to perish, greatly to perish! Don't you remember: "'_Trembles Yggdrasil's ash yet standing; groans that ancient tree, and the Jotun Loki is loosed.

The shadows groan on the ways of Hel, until the fire of Surt has consumed the tree.