Dinah Craik,
John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XIV
“ Ah, Phineas, we did not think how soon we should be laying our dead there.""Not OUR dead, thank God!"But the next minute I understood. "OUR dead"—the involuntary admission of that sole feeling, which makes one, erewhile a stranger, say to, or think of another—"All thine are mine, and mine are thine, henceforward and for ever."I watched John as he stood by the fire; his thoughtful brow and firm-set lips contradicting the youthfulness of his looks. Few as were his years, he had learnt much in them. He was at heart a man, ready and able to design and carry out a man's work in the world. ”
