1 There was no solution, short of death.
2 It's like death itself, a dead colliery.
3 And yet, at the same time, he was afraid of death.
4 But then I had always known it would finish in death.
5 I hate those things like death, officials and courts and judges.
6 She yielded with a quiver that was like death, she went all open to him.
7 He dreaded with a repulsion almost of death, any further close human contact.
8 She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies, and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.
9 It might come with the thrust of a sword in her softly-opened body, and that would be death.
10 That was the death of all desire, the death of all love: this despair that was like the dark cave inside the men, in which their spirit was lost.
11 Yet the passion licked round her, consuming, and when the sensual flame of it pressed through her bowels and breast, she really thought she was dying: yet a poignant, marvellous death.
12 Then the death of the colonel from pneumonia, and his own narrow escape from death: his damaged health: his deep restlessness: his leaving the army and coming back to England to be a working man again.
13 The utter negation of natural beauty, the utter negation of the gladness of life, the utter absence of the instinct for shapely beauty which every bird and beast has, the utter death of the human intuitive faculty was appalling.