Later on, one would say good-bye to them on crowded platforms, wave a handkerchief.

Not all of them would come back.

"You can't make omelettes without breaking eggs," she told herself.
It annoyed her, that silly saying having come into her mind.

She could see them lying there, with their white faces to the night.

Surely she might have thought of some remark less idiotic to make to herself, at such a time.
He was explaining to her things about the air service.