Melvin G. Winstock

“ Paul Strogoff had developed a peculiar philosophy since Ouida had sent him into grief. Though singularly fortunate as far as this world goes, though young, though of lusty strength, though possessing the ability to gratify every desire, he loved not life, but death. He had come to the conclusion that what a man gets in life is not by any means sufficient compensation for the struggle through which he goes. ”

“ Death, thou hast no sting for me; no terror hath the yawning grave. I die in peace!"
And as he breathed his last, a seraphic smile lighted his whole countenance. The preacher's eyes were raised to God, his soul was wrapped in prayer, while Ouida sank to the floor, her head bowed in utmost reverence. ”

“ As soon as he saw Paul, the doctor shook his head ominously.
"How is my master?" said the Russian.
"In the very extremity of the fever, sir."
"Is there no hope?" asked the servant.
"None," said the doctor, unhesitatingly, "he will be dead within the hour." ”