Drink it off, like this." Forrest drained his wine-glass and set it down.

Then he rose to his feet.

His cheeks were still colourless, but there was an added glitter in his eyes.
"Come, young man," he said, "you have only to fancy that you are one of your own ancestors.

I fancy those dark-looking ruffians, who scowl down on us from the walls there, would not have thought so much of flinging an enemy into the sea.

It is a wise man who wrote that self-preservation was the first law of nature.