Uncle Bernac - A Memory of the Empire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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champion. Lesage tapped his fingers upon his teeth, and smiled
indulgently at the earnestness of his companion. 'Rule 13! Rule 13!' he kept repeating, in that exasperating voice of his. 'I will take all responsibility.' 'I'll tell you what, mister,' said Toussac, in his savage voice. 'There's another rule besides Rule 13, and that's the one that says that if any man shelters an offender he shall be treated as if he was himself guilty of the offence.' This attack did not shake the serenity of my champion in the least. 'You are an excellent man of action, Toussac,' said he calmly; 'but when it comes to choosing the right course, you must leave it to wiser heads than your own.' His air of tranquil superiority seemed to daunt the fierce creature who held me. He shrugged his huge shoulders in silent dissent. 'As to you, Lucien,' my friend continued, 'I am surprised, considering the position to which you aspire in my family, that you should for an instant stand in the way of any wish which I may express. If you have grasped the true principles of liberty, and if you are privileged to be one of the small band who have never despaired of the republic, to whom is it that you owe it?' 'Yes, yes, Charles; I acknowledge what you say,' the young man answered, |
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