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Di Marco, Garcia, and the other two lieutenants turned livid as the stool-pigeon confronted them with their own words. On the heels of this came the crowning dramatic moment of the trial. Normando broke down and tried to confess in open court. He was a dull, ignorant man, with a bestial face and a coward's eye.
"A divorce is the comedy of the rich and the tragedy of the poor," said a little man who wore glasses. "Divorce is a nice smushy poultice that may help but won't heal," cut in a new voice. "Divorce is a guidepost marked, 'Hell to Heaven, but lots of folks miss the way, just the same, I notice," spoke up somebody with a chuckle. "Divorce is a coward's retreat from the battle of life."
It was the coward's part to run. He had played a man's part, and he would continue to play a man's part to the end. He would fight. Would identify himself with this West become part of it. Never would he return to the life of the city, which would be to a life of fear. The world should know that he was right.
Sigurd said, "Yea, belike I have little of their hardihood and prowess, but thou hast naught to do, to lay a coward's name upon me, when I am scarce out of my childish years. Why dost thou egg me on hereto so busily?" Regin said, "Therein lies a tale which I must needs tell thee." "Let me hear the same," said Sigurd. "The tale begins," said Regin.
BOHEMUND. The coward's ready shield! CAJETAN. Come on! I follow. BOHEMUND. To arms! Their falchions gleam the strife begins! Ye heavenly powers, his steps refrain! Some snare Throw round his feet, that in this hour of dread He come not: all ye angels, late implored To give him to my arms, reverse my prayers; Far, far from hence convey the loved one!
"And thou pratest like a coward," answered the stranger, "for thou standest there with a good yew bow to shoot at my heart, while I have nought in my hand but a plain blackthorn staff wherewith to meet thee." "Now," quoth Robin, "by the faith of my heart, never have I had a coward's name in all my life before.
He had given all the energy of his youth to the service of the theatre and now he was older and not so active the theatre had gone back on him. Often he had thought of ending it all, there and then, but that he mused, was the coward's way. There was the "missis" and the "kids." He wasn't going to desert them.
It was a coward's job done by a man who would run a hundred miles rather than meet Brocky in the open. And now the thing which we don't want known is that Lane even so much as set foot on Mt. Temple. We don't want it known that he was anywhere but on Las Cruces Rancho; that he was doing anything but give his time to his duties as foreman there."
At the instant of their passing her eyes looked into his, and but for the ever coward's heart of a true lover he could have sworn that she flushed a faint pink. He trotted on for twenty yards, and then wheeled his horse at the sound of runaway hoofs. The bays had bolted. Remsen sent his chestnut after the victoria like a shot. There was work cut out for the impersonator of Policeman O'Roon.
Master Mervale cleared his throat, twirled his mustachios, and smiled at some unspoken thought. "We pay for our follies in this world, my lord, but I sometimes think that we pay even more dearly for our wisdom." "Ah, lad, lad!" the marquis cried, in a gust of anger; "I dare say, as your smirking hints, it was a coward's act not to snap fingers at fate and fathers and dare all! Well!
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