Be happy, if you can; I bid you be hap-py." The quiet, despairing tones died away, and with them life seemed to end to her, and hope to go out.

He turned his back quickly on her.

He cried hoarsely, "To the army! Back to the army, and a soldier's grave!" Then with a prodigious effort he drew himself haughtily up in marching attitude.

He took three strides, erect and fiery and bold.
At the next something seemed to snap asunder in the great heart, and the worn body that heart had held up so long, rolled like a dead log upon the ground with a tremendous fall..