All the wonderful French vitality was personified in him.

He put his hand affectionately upon the shoulder of his comrade.
"It's odd, John," he said, "but you, a foreigner, have lighted the spark anew in me." "Maybe it's because I _am_ a foreigner, though, in reality, I'm now no foreigner at all, as you've just said.

I've become one of you." "It's true, John, and I won't forget it.

I'm never going to give up hope again.

Maybe somebody will arrive to save us at the last.