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"I think if the French intend to invade us, they will not be stopped by Mr Tupman and his brig.","Who is there?","You'd better go, man, before I bring my father to set our dog on you," he exploded, and, before I could stop him, his thin little legs went trundling down the garden path toward home.,"Put down your pistol, sir," she says, hastily. "Would you fire on a woman?" Her tone, though hurried, is not oppressed with fear. She even advances a few steps in his direction. Her words, her whole manner, fill him with admiration. The extreme courage she betrays is, indeed worthy of any man's laudation, but the implied trust in his chivalry touches Paul Rodney more than anything has ever had power to touch him before.,Billy gazed at him wonderingly. "How did you know I was thinkin' of him?" he asked.,"Still, he might recognise my claim and your debt, and treat me perhaps with the commiseration with which he would pity himself if he lost three hundred pounds.",“You bet it was! Both right and plucky. I’m proud of you—”,"Oh, it's not, it's not that much," I fairly gasped and I couldn't help the tears coming into my eyes. I have never said much about it, but nobody knows how it hurts me to be as—large as I am. Just writing it down in a book mortifies me dreadfully. It's been coming on worse and worse every year since I married. Poor Mr. Carter had a very good appetite, and I don't know why I should have felt that I had to eat so much every day to keep him company; I wasn't always so considerate about him. Then he didn't want me to go for long walks with the dogs any more, because married women oughtn't to, or ride horseback either—no amusement left but himself; and—and—I just couldn't help the tears coming and dripping as I thought about it all and that awful waist measure in inches.,“Much good they’ll do me,” he muttered to himself and sat down with his back to the door to plan some new attempt.,Wilson came over and laid a work-hardened hand gently on her heaving shoulder.,"Yes, deliberately," returns he, with wilful recklessness.,"I hope you are enjoying yourself," she says, presently, hardly knowing what else to say..