Moreover, I felt that again I had missed--IT.

Always round the corner, always just out of sight, always mocking one's clumsy pursuit.

And still, even now, I felt no excitement, no curiosity.

My feet had not yet touched the enchanted ground....
The trench had at once slipped back into its earlier composure.

The dusk was now creeping down the hill; with every stir of the breeze more stars were blown into the sky; the oak was all black now like a friendly shadow protecting me.
"There'll be no more for a while," said the Colonel.