But I am not afraid to die.

I have wronged no man or woman; I have been my own enemy.

What shall I say, Jack?
Ah, yes! God have mercy on my soul.

And this sudden coldness, this sudden ease from pain--is death!" There was a flutter of the eyelids, a sigh, and this poor flotsam, this drift-wood which had never known a harbor in all its years, this friend of mine, this inseparable comrade--passed out.

He knew all about it now.
There were hot tears in my eyes as I stood up and gazed down at this mystery called death.