In this scenario, we are all identityless and panicked, but we have long since ceased thinking that the situation that rendered us so is fixable...

[…]; and as there was some perilous probability, in the event of the Colonel and Coloneless saying ‘no,’ of the Captain’s proposing to Miss De Fudgeville, orphan daughter and heiress of the late Rear-Admiral De Fudgeville, who, though she was as ugly as sin, and had something the matter with her spine, had a fortune of ninety thousand pounds, the gallant Colonel, late of the Heavies, and his wife, condescendingly agreed to accept Algernon as their son-in-law.

He passed under a low branch now. It hit the top of his helmet with a clonk.

Tipene and I were really close. He was just a happy fella. Very kopapa driven. He lived hard and worked hard.