Well, I don't say they hadn't a right to dismiss me, just as I suppose you've a right to kill as many of the enemy as you can in time of war.

But suppose I couldn't have got work anywhere.

I had nothing but my hands to depend upon; if I couldn't sell my muscles I must starve, that's all.' Adela looked at him for almost the first time.

She had heard this story from her brother, but it came more impressively from Mutimer's own lips.

A sort of heroism was involved in it, the championship of a cause regardless of self.