Then he will interrupt his whistling by saying: 'Ah, well, such is life.'" "I hope he'll begin to whistle soon," said John, "because his brow is wrinkling terribly." He watched the huge general with a sort of fascinated gaze.

Seen now in the twilight, Vaugirard's very bulk was impressive.

He was immense, strong, primeval.

He walked back and forth over a line about thirty feet long, and the deep wrinkles remained on his brow.

Every member of his staff was asking how long it would last.
A sound, mellow and soft, but penetrating, suddenly arose.