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THE DUEL.
It was a time of stress and even of temptation for Sir Terence.

Honour and pride demanded that he should keep the appointment made with Samoval; common sense urged him at all costs to avoid it.

His frame of mind, you see, was not at all enviable.

At moments he would consider his position as adjutant-general, the enactment against duelling, the irregularity of the meeting arranged, and, consequently, the danger in which he stood on every score; at others he could think of nothing but the unpardonable affront that had been offered him and the venomously insulting manner in which it had been offered, and his rage welled up to blot out every consideration other than that of punishing Samoval.
For two days and a night he was a sort of shuttlecock tossed between these alternating moods, and he was still the same when he paced the quadrangle with bowed head and hands clasped behind him awaiting Samoval at a few minutes before twelve of the following night.