I regard him as being in some sort of way my evil genius.
I own that it is foolish and absurd, but I cannot get over the feeling." "Oh, it is absurd, Captain Mallett," the girl said.

"He may have beaten you in little things, but you won the Victoria Cross in the Crimea, and everyone knows that you are one of the best shots in the country, and that before you went away you were always in the first flight with the hounds." "Ah, you are an enthusiast, Bertha.

I don't say that I cannot hold my own with most men at a good many things where not brains, but brute strength and a quick eye are the only requisites, but I am quite convinced that if that fellow had been in the Redan that day, he would have got the Victoria Cross, and I should not.

There is no doubt about his pluck, and if it had only been to put me in the shade he would have performed some brilliant action or other that would have got it for him.

He is a better rider than I am, at any rate a more reckless one, and he is a better shot, too.