You have been chased in the field by the grown men of my party ; it seems a poor kind of pleasure to out-face a boy . Both the Campbells and the Whigs have beaten you ; you have run before them like a hare . It behoves you to speak of them as of your betters . '' * A second sermon . Alan stood quite still , the tails of his great-coat clapping behind him in the wind . `` This is a pity , '' he said at last . `` There are things said that can not be passed over . '' `` I never asked you to , '' said I. `` I am as ready as yourself . '' `` Ready ? '' said he . `` Ready , '' I repeated . `` I am no blower and boaster like some that I could name . Come on ! '' And drawing my sword , I fell on guard as Alan himself had taught me . `` David ! '' he cried . `` Are ye daft ? I cannae draw upon ye , David . It 's fair murder . '' `` That was your look-out when you insulted me , '' said I. `` It 's the truth ! ''
cried XXXXX , and he stood for a moment , wringing his mouth in his hand like a man in sore perplexity .
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