But that point of view was too coldly logical for human nature.

Its presumption was only applicable to a higher order of beings.

No man had ever committed suicide upon achieving the summit of an ambition.

There were always fresh vistas opening before the human mind.
Barrant left the study for the opposite room where the body of Robert Turold had been taken.

It was his bedroom, and he had been laid upon the bed.
Death had not come to him easily.