I do not say heroism.

And setting aside for a moment thoughts of an army, we create more valuable citizens.

Protection to the weak in streets and by-places--shocking examples of ruffians maltreating women, in view of a crowd.' 'One strong man is an overmatch for your mob,' said Mr.Fenellan.
Skepsey toned his assent to the diminishing thinness where a suspicion of the negative begins to wind upon a distant horn.
'Knowing his own intentions; and before an ignorant mob:--strong, you say, sir?
I venture my word that a decent lad, with science, would beat him.

It is a question of the study and practice of first principles.' 'If you were to see a rascal giant mishandling a woman ?' Skepsey conjured the scene by bending his head and peering abstractedly, as if over spectacles.
'I would beg him to abstain, for his own sake.' Mr.Fenellan knew that the little fellow was not boasting.
'My brother Dartrey had a lesson or two from you in the first principles, I think ?' 'Captain Dartrey is an athlete, sir: exceedingly quick and clever; a hard boxer to beat.' 'You will not call him captain when you see him; he has dismissed the army.' 'I much regret it, sir, much, that we have lost him.

Captain Dartrey Fenellan was a beautiful fencer.