I had had a long walk in the afternoon and had the prospect of another on the following day.

I was separated from my kit-bag and my safety razor, which always, at the front, constituted my home, and the night was beginning to get cold.

Besides it was more or less damaging to one's character as a chaplain to be found wandering aimlessly about the streets at night asking where you had dined.

My habits were not as well known to the men then as they were after a few years of war.

In despair I went down the road behind the village, and there to my joy I saw a friendly light emerging from the door of a coach house.