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'
You
're
a
lie
,
Brittles
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
.
Now
,
these
four
retorts
arose
from
Mr.
Giles
's
taunt
;
and
Mr.
Giles
's
taunt
had
arisen
from
his
indignation
at
having
the
responsibility
of
going
home
again
,
imposed
upon
himself
under
cover
of
a
compliment
.
The
third
man
brought
the
dispute
to
a
close
,
most
philosophically
.
'
I
'll
tell
you
what
it
is
,
gentlemen
,
'
said
he
,
'
we
're
all
afraid
.
'
'
Speak
for
yourself
,
sir
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
who
was
the
palest
of
the
party
.
'
So
I
do
,
'
replied
the
man
.
'
It
's
natural
and
proper
to
be
afraid
,
under
such
circumstances
.
I
am
.
'
'
So
am
I
,
'
said
Brittles
;
'
only
there
's
no
call
to
tell
a
man
he
is
,
so
bounceably
.
'
These
frank
admissions
softened
Mr.
Giles
,
who
at
once
owned
that
HE
was
afraid
;
upon
which
,
they
all
three
faced
about
,
and
ran
back
again
with
the
completest
unanimity
,
until
Mr.
Giles
(
who
had
the
shortest
wind
of
the
party
,
as
was
encumbered
with
a
pitchfork
)
most
handsomely
insisted
on
stopping
,
to
make
an
apology
for
his
hastiness
of
speech
.
'
But
it
's
wonderful
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
when
he
had
explained
,
'
what
a
man
will
do
,
when
his
blood
is
up
.
I
should
have
committed
murder
--
I
know
I
should
--
if
we
'd
caught
one
of
them
rascals
.
'
As
the
other
two
were
impressed
with
a
similar
presentiment
;
and
as
their
blood
,
like
his
,
had
all
gone
down
again
;
some
speculation
ensued
upon
the
cause
of
this
sudden
change
in
their
temperament
.
