She spread the lock across the breast of the dead man. It was so vivid in the morning sun as to seem almost a living thing.
"And he said it would bring him luck," she murmured.
GOOD WILL
I looked into the face of my brother. There was no face there, only a red interior. This thing had been done to my brother, the Belgian, by my brother, the German. He had sent a splinter of shell through five miles of sunlight, hoping it would do some such thing as this.