As long as there 's a bit of fight left in us, we 'll keep at that mine.

I don't know where it's going to lead us--but from appearances as they stand now, the only outlook seems to be ruin.

But if you 're willing, I 'm willing, and we 'll make the scrap together." Harry hitched at his trousers.
"They 've got that blooming skeleton out by this time.

I 'm willing to start--any time you say." The breath went over Fairchild's teeth in a long, slow intake.

He clenched his hands and held them trembling before him for a lengthy moment.