If only he could have broken through into Greece, England would have been easy.

The only door open had been in the East.

It seemed incredible that he should be standing in this room, but three hours from his goal.
America! The land of the free and the brave! And the irony of it was that he must seek in America the only friends he had in the world.
All the Englishmen he had known and loved were dead.

He had never made friends with the French, though he loved France.

In this country alone he might successfully lose himself and begin life anew.