Tales for Fifteen, or, Imagination and Heart by James Fenimore Cooper
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"I don't know whether I am what you call a coward,"
said Charles gravely; "but when in danger I am always afraid." The words were hardly uttered before a flash of lightning, followed instantly by a tremendously heavy clap of thunder, nearly stupified them both. The suddenness of the shock had, for a moment, paralyzed the energy of the youth, while Julia was nearly insensible. Soon recovering himself, however, Charles drew her after him into the house, in time to escape a torrent of rain. The storm was soon over, and their natural fear and surprise were a source of mirth for Julia. Women are seldom ashamed of their fears, for their fright is thought to be feminine end attractive; but men are less easy under the imputation of terror, as it is thought to indicate an absence of manly qualities. "Oh! you will never make a hero, Charles," cried Julia, laughing heartily. "It is well you chose the law instead of the army as a profession." "I don't know," said the youth, a little nettled," I think I could muster courage to face a bullet." "But remember, that you shut your eyes, and bent nearly double at the flash--now you owned all this yourself." |
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