Then life is not abandoned without a tear of regret.
To die in the midst of one's friends is not to quit them entirely.
They come to see us through the marble or stone in which we are shrouded.

It is another thing to have no other sepulchre than the aesophagus of a cannibal.

How the recollections of the past darted into Jack's mind! He felt that he loved those whom he was on the point of leaving a thousand times more than he did before.

What would he not have given for the power to bid them one last adieu?
The idea of quitting life thus was horrible.
It was in vain that he tried to shake off his assailants; his adolescent strength was as nothing in the arms of steel that bound him.

He saw that he was powerless in their hands, and at length ceased making any further attempts to escape.
The savages, finding that he had relaxed his struggles, commenced to rifle and strip him.