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Then I played the craven. It is useless to say any more. It is idle to urge an excuse. I played the craven, and pleaded to the man at whom, a few minutes before, when he was unprepared, and after he had spared my life, I had struck a cowardly blow.
"Don't strike! " I gasped. "I'm not Grant -- Grant is dead. I've seen his body. I'll tell you about it, if you'll not strike."