Why , Walter , hundreds of people feel just as you do . You know what that verse of Shakespeare in the old Fifth Reader says -- ` the brave man is not he who feels no fear . ' '' `` No -- but it is ` he whose noble soul its fear subdues . ' I do n't do that . We ca n't gloss it over , Rilla . I 'm a coward . '' `` You 're not . Think of how you fought Dan Reese long ago . '' `` One spurt of courage is n't enough for a lifetime . '' `` Walter , one time I heard father say that the trouble with you was a sensitive nature and a vivid imagination . You feel things before they really come -- feel them all alone when there is n't anything to help you bear them -- to take away from them . It is n't anything to be ashamed of . When you and Jem got your hands burned when the grass was fired on the sand-hills two years ago Jem made twice the fuss over the pain that you did . As for this horrid old war , there 'll be plenty to go without you . It wo n't last long . '' `` I wish I could believe it . Well , it 's supper-time , Rilla . You 'd better run . I do n't want anything . '' `` Neither do I. I could n't eat a mouthful .
Let me stay here XXXXX you , Walter .
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