It will never,--it can't possibly be reckoned on to appear.

I knew that the signorina was heart and soul with us; but who could guess that her object was to sacrifice herself in the front rank,--to lead a forlorn hope! I tell you it's like a Pagan rite.

You are positively slaying a victim.

I beg you all to look at the case calmly!" A burst of laughter checked him; for his seniors by many years could not hear such veteran's counsel from a hurried boy without being shrewdly touched by the humour of it, while one or two threw a particular irony into their tones.
"When we do slay a victim, we will come to you as our augur, my Carlo," said Agostino.
Corte was less gentle.

As a Milanese and a mere youth Ammiani was antipathetic to Corte, who closed his laughter with a windy rattle of his lips, and a "pish!" of some emphasis.
Carlo was quick to give him a challenging frown.
"What is it ?" Corte bent his head back, as if inquiringly.
"It's I who claim that question by right," said Carlo.
"You are a boy." "I have studied war." "In books." "With brains, Colonel Corte." "War is a matter of blows, my little lad." "Let me inform you, signor Colonel, that war is not a game between bulls, to be played with the horns of the head." "You are prepared to instruct me ?" The fiery Bergamasc lifted his eyebrows.
"Nay, nay!" said Agostino.