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But a hand-to-hand encounter is not Mr. Carthy's forte. He prefers being propped up by friends and acquaintances, and thinks a duel a la mort a poor speculation. Now, seeing his whilom accomplice stretched apparently lifeless upon the ground, his courage (what he has of it), like Bob Acres', oozes out through his palms, and a curious shaking, that surely can't be fear, takes possession of his knees. "Am I harsh?" says Mona, wistfully. "Free-and-easy-going would be a more appropriate term, from all I have heard." "Not until two?" says Mona, growing miserable again..