Grit LawlessYoung, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Philosophy
Grit Lawless
Young, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Africa -- Fiction
He looked, as he felt, wholly nonplussed. There was to come a day when
he better understood her then incomprehensible indignation, when he not
only understood but sympathised with it; but at the time he was entirely
baffled. He could only feel astonishment at her outbreak.
"I fear you do misunderstand me," he said. "There was nothing unworthy
in the speech. I merely conceded to a brave man a brave man's due. I
have heard many tales of his courage. Men call him Grit who remember
him by no other name. If there is truth in hearsay, he has earned the
nickname."
His manner was sufficiently earnest to convince her of his sincerity.
The swift anger died out of her eyes, leaving them softly pensive, and
wistful, like the eyes of a woman who meets Hope on the road of
Disillusion, and being unprepared for the meeting, is inclined to doubt
that it is Hope that she encounters.
"Grit!" she repeated softly. And added: "I have not been out here long,
and I have heard nothing of Mr Lawless for years... I have not heard
the nickname before, but--I like it... Why do men call him Grit?"
"Because," he answered quietly, "they credit him with being without
fear. They tell tales of his courage--or, rather, less of his courage
than of his absolute fearlessness. He is a man to whom fear is
unknown... That is the popular belief."
"And you do not share it?"
He was not altogether prepared for the question. She sprang it upon him
suddenly, as if something in his manner challenged her to the inquiry.
"I have his word for it that he has known terror," he answered quietly,
after a brief hesitation.
"That does not disprove his courage," she said quickly.
"No," he allowed. "Courage is fear overcome."
There was another and longer pause. He ended it with the reluctant
admission:
"I am inclined to believe myself that Grit Lawless has earned his
nickname."
"You give your meed of praise grudgingly," she said. But she smiled
while she spoke, and the Colonel was dazzled, as many men had been
dazzled before him, by the extraordinary seductiveness of her smile.
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