Another seven years of war lay ahead and, he concedes, they were "difficult."

The years, which had not been kind to him, had laid a light hand on her.

As it was, long years of travel lay ahead.

The years lay before her, a continuation of the ones that had gone past, yet different.

More than twenty years lay between them, years during which they could have known each other.

All at once it seemed that he was old, and the years lay heavier than ever before.

Fifty years of government service lay wasting away on the hospital bed.

Of what dark years lay between, Bud had never been permitted a glimpse.

The one who had ruled them for three hundred and twenty-three years lay dead at their feet.

By this time they stood on very comfortable terms, and had quite forgotten that more than thirty years lay between them.