Now each one goes his own way.

You have still many years before you, Macumazahn; my years are few.

When we shake hands here it will be for the last time.

Perhaps we may meet again, but it will not be in this world.

Henceforth we have each of us a friend the less." "Heavy words," I said.
"True words," he answered.
Well, I have little heart to write the rest of it.