Could you spare me a morsel of that same tobacco, until I test the quality of which you complain ?" I produced a pipe from the recesses of my monk's habit, knocking the ashes out carelessly against the chest.
He passed over his pouch in silence.
"When one resteth between His Satanic Majesty and the deep sea it makes small odds at the best which direction he turns.

It becomes merely a matter of taste.

Death," I continued musingly as I deliberately rammed home a charge into the bowl, "must be about the same to one man as to another, except for matter of temperament; so if you can afford to sit here and welcome its coming, so can I." "Do you mean you are sufficiently crazy to remain deliberately and die with me ?" "Certainly.

I pledged your devoted wife I would rescue you, or never return alive myself.

As you stubbornly refuse to listen to reason, this seems to be all that is left me.