And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

The blood is the life!

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)