Yet, my God, what is to become of us
? Stay where you are until I can come to you; after which I shall not return hither, but simply disappear.
We must hurry home, or your uncle will wonder what has become of us
"What is to become of us
," said Jehanne, "if that is the way children are made now?"
what is to become of us
? What are we to do?" would they often exclaiming the bitterness of woe.
"The cylinder can work only six hours longer; and, if in that time we shall not have found either a well or a spring of water, God alone knows what will become of us
What will become of us
? I am the wife of the doctor of the Seventh Chasseurs....
But what's to become of us
, I should like to know, afloat on this big pond?"
"What is to be done?" demanded Duncan, losing the first feeling of disappointment in a more manly desire for exertion; "what will become of us
What is to become of us
, if those shoes are not done to-night?"
What was to become of us
in the midst of that awful solitude?
Pray, what would become of us
poor sailors' wives, who often want to be conveyed to one port or another, after our husbands, if everybody had your feelings?"
Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife: 'What is to become of us
? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?' 'I'll tell you what, husband,' answered the woman, 'early tomorrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone.
As I stood watching the maneuver and wondering what was to become of us
, I felt something touch my elbow and turned to see the girl standing at my side.
Ah, now we are no longer uneasy, I begin to think, What will become of us
? We shall get right royally weary."
"On this the men would have come with me at once, but Eurylochus tried to hold them back and said, 'Alas, poor wretches that we are, what will become of us
? Rush not on your ruin by going to the house of Circe, who will turn us all into pigs or wolves or lions, and we shall have to keep guard over her house.