It's the kind of spirit you keep inside you: the life spirit.

When Wallace had presentiments, Herbertson, being officer, should have said: 'None of that, Wallace.

You and I, we've got to live and make life smoke.'-- Instead of which he let Wallace be killed and his own heart be broken.

Always the death-choice-- And we won't, we simply will not face the world as we've made it, and our own souls as we find them, and take the responsibility.

We'll never get anywhere till we stand up man to man and face EVERYTHING out, and break the old forms, but never let our own pride and courage of life be broken." Lilly broke off, and went silently to bed.