We rest in tombs outside, and for my part I will sleep in the simple earth, so that I may live on in grass and flowers, if in no other way.

But enough of death and doom.

Soon, who can tell how soon?
we shall be as these are," and she shuddered.
"Meanwhile, we breathe, so let us make the best of breath.

You have seen your fee, say, does it content you ?" "What fee ?" he asked.

"Death, the reward of Life?
How can I tell until I have passed its gate ?" Here this philosophical discussion was interrupted by the sudden decease of Quick's lamp.
"Thought there was something wrong with the blooming thing," said the Sergeant, "but couldn't turn it up, as it hasn't got a screw, without which these old-fashioned colza oils never were no good.