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"Bertrand," she said, "you talk like a coward. What are you going to do?" "To bring her here," he answered hoarsely. "She has gone back to Beauleys. She is passing up through the plantation, on her way to the house, perhaps, at this very moment. She wore white, and she carried her hat in her hand. There were rims under her eyes. She walks slowly. She is afraid a little hysterical. You see her?"
Either course lies open to you if you know what I mean. In a quarter of an hour I shall know our fate whether I am to be dishonoured and survive you, whether you are guilty and a coward, or whether you are still worthy of the name of
But there was only one event to be discussed, and that was on the lips of every individual in town. "By Jove, I called him a coward," said Bud Weir. "But if there's a fellow among us who has as much sand as he had I I -well, by cracky, there isn't any." "Well," said Bruce thoughtfully.
Why, just as sure as I'm sitting here on the stern of the sloop Mist, just so sure am I that we wouldn't know what to do if a real adventure came along. Now, would we?" "Oh, I don't know," I answered non-committally. "Well, you wouldn't be a coward, would you?" he demanded. I was sure I wouldn't and said so. "But you don't have to be a coward to lose your head, do you?"
The Major, who, whatever he was, was physically no coward, did not fail to interpret the look, and challenge it. Evan walked to the door, opened it, and said, between his teeth, 'You must go at once. 'Eh, sir, eh? what's this? exclaimed the warrior but the door was open, Mr.
The archdeacon, however, was not agreeable, and having read his note in the hall, crumpled it up in his hand, and muttering something about sorrow for his lordship's illness, took his leave, without sending as much as a verbal message in answer to Mr. Slope's note. "Ill!" said the archdeacon to himself as he flung himself into his brougham. "The man is absolutely a coward. He is afraid to see me.
"He had nothing to stand on; but, as you say, he's a rank coward, and it's my opinion that it's only fear of Skip Riley that keeps him at it, anyway. At all events, I gave him a good scare, for instead of writing the note I folded up the paper and put it into my pocket.
And when it did occur, and when moreover it began to dawn upon him that he himself was the probable successor, horror filled his mind. He couldn't do it. He was not cut out for it. He would sooner leave Willoughby altogether. The boys either knew nothing about him, or they laughed at him for his clumsiness, or they suspected him as a coward, or they despised him as a prig.
"And you know it." "I know it!" "If anything, it's you who's the coward." "Say it again," threatened Miss Potter, as she raised her fist, while hate gleamed in her eyes. "Yes, I do say it again. You are a coward; you hit me, and you know I can't hit you back because you're going to have a baby." There was a pause.
I have done it, and if I hadn't been a fool and a coward I might have done it a week ago, and spared myself a good deal of delicious torment. I have just given two hours to a sketch of Addison's Walk and carried it to aunt Celia at the Mitre. It seems they go directly through. I said in the course of conversation, "So Miss Schuyler is willing to forego a London season? Marvelous self-denial!"
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