[Mary Marston by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookMary Marston CHAPTER LII 8/34
I pity the poor ostrich, and must I admire the man of whose kind he is the type, or take him in any sense for a man of courage? Wait till the thing stares you in the face, and then, whether you be brave man or coward, you will at all events care little about courage or cowardice.
The nearer a man is to being a true man, the sooner will conscience of wrong make a coward of him; and herein Redmain had a far-off kindred with the just.
After the night he had passed, he was now in one of his terror-fits; and this much may be said for his good sense--that, if there was anywhere a hell for the use of anybody, he was justified in anticipating a free entrance. "Mewks!" he called, suddenly, and his tone was loud and angry. Mewks was by his bedside instantly. "Get out with you! If I find you in this room again, without having been called, I will kill you! I am strong enough for that, even without this pain.
They won't hang a dying man, and where I am going they will rather like it." Mewks vanished. "You need not mind, my girl," he went on, to Mary.
"Everybody knows I am ill--very ill.
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