Quotes from Alfred Ollivant

Wullie, Wullie, to me" he cried.

And all through that night of age-long agony the gray figure stood, still as a statue, at the foot of the stairs. Only, when, with the first chill breath of the morning, a dry, quick-quenched sob of a strong man sorrowing for the helpmeet of a score of years, and a tiny cry of a new-born child wailing because its mother was not, came down to his ears, the Gray Watchman dropped his head upon his bosom, and, with a little whimpering note, crept back to his blanket.

An old man – utterly alone – he had staked his all on a throw – and lost.

So the two went quietly out to save life or lose it, not counted the cost.