And, if you turn your back on him you are a coward; a mean, poor-hearted coward, sir.
And there ne'er was a coward yet, o' the Callendar blood, nor o' the Campbell line! Your Captain is nane less than the Son o' God.

Hear what he says to you! 'To him that overcometh! To him that overcometh!' O Davie, you ken the rest!" and the old man was so lifted out of and above himself, that his face shone and his keen gray eyes scintillated with a light that no market-place ever saw in them.
David caught the holy enthusiasm; he seized the idea like a visible hand of God for his help.

The black bottle became to him the materialization of all his crime and misery.

It was a foe he could see, and touch, and defy.

It seemed to mock him, to tempt him, to beg him just to open the cork, if only to test the strength of his resolutions.
Thank God he never did it.