Frederick Marryat,
The Naval Officer — Chapter XXVIII
(1895)
“ Talbot refused to measure his, but stood perfectly still. I walked ten paces, and turned round, "Ready," said I in a low voice.We both raised our arms; but Talbot, instantly dropping the muzzle of his pistol, said, "I cannot fire at the brother of Clara.""I can at her insulter," answered I; and, taking deliberate aim, fired, and my ball entered his side. He bounded, gave a half turn round in the air, and fell on his face to the ground.How sudden are the transitions of the human mind! how close does remorse follow the gratification of revenge! ”
