The fact that I dared not shoot you down—
—-that was not my arrant cowardice—that evening. (2.370-2)
At ten o'clock—he will be here. I can see him already—with vine-leaves in his hair—flushed and fearless— (2.486)
Not a single home. Henceforth, as before, every respectable house will be closed against Eilert Løvborg.
And so ought mine to be, you mean?
BRACK Yes. (3.200-2))