They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.

This importance made their faces grave and stern.

And the backs of the officers were very rigid.
As the youth looked at them the black weight of his woe returned to him.

He felt that he was regarding a procession of chosen beings.

The separation was as great to him as if they had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sunlight.