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"
Insulted
a
noble
fellow
!
Ha
--
ha
--
ha
!
You
're
mad
--
by
heavens
,
you
're
mad
!
"
"
I
should
have
been
had
I
followed
your
counsel
,
cousin
Cash
.
Fortunately
I
did
not
go
so
far
.
I
have
done
enough
to
deserve
being
called
worse
than
fool
;
though
perhaps
,
under
the
circumstances
,
I
may
obtain
forgiveness
for
my
fault
.
At
all
events
,
I
intend
to
try
for
it
,
and
without
losing
time
.
"
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
"
After
Maurice
the
mustanger
--
to
apologise
to
him
for
my
misconduct
.
"
"
Misconduct
!
Ha
--
ha
--
ha
!
Surely
you
are
joking
?
"
"
No
.
I
'm
in
earnest
.
If
you
come
along
with
me
,
you
shall
see
!
"
"
Then
I
say
again
you
are
mad
!
Not
only
mad
,
but
a
damned
natural-born
idiot
!
you
are
,
by
Jesus
Christ
and
General
Jackson
!
"
"
You
're
not
very
polite
,
cousin
Cash
;
though
,
after
the
language
I
've
been
lately
using
myself
,
I
might
excuse
you
.
Perhaps
you
will
,
one
day
imitate
me
,
and
make
amends
for
your
rudeness
.
"
Without
adding
another
word
,
the
young
gentleman
--
one
of
the
somewhat
rare
types
of
Southern
chivalry
--
sprang
to
his
saddle
;
gave
the
word
,
to
his
horse
;
and
rode
hurriedly
through
the
saguan
.
Calhoun
stood
upon
the
stones
,
till
the
footfall
of
the
horse
became
but
faintly
distinguishable
in
the
distance
.
