The searchers, who were picking up our men, haven't got to her yet; but she ain't moved or stirred these two hours.

Would you like to go down and see her ?" The lieutenant hesitated.

He was young, and slightly fastidious as to unnecessary unpleasantness.

He believed he would wait until the searchers brought her up, when the corporal might call him.
The mist came up gloriously from the swamp like a golden halo.

And as Clarence Brant, already forgotten, rode moodily through it towards Washington, hugging to his heart the solitary comfort of his great sacrifice, his wife, Alice Brant, for whom he had made it, was lying in the ravine, dead and uncared for.