birthright that he would demand, his own justification that he would
establish, it would have seemed to him like a treacherous and craven
. No matter that the one for whom the sacrifice had been made was
unworthy of it, he held that every law of honor and justice forbade him
now to  his brother and yield him up to the retribution of his
early fault. It might have been a folly in the first instance; it might
even have been a wordnetanger, that choice of standing in his brother's place
to receive the  of his brother's action; but it had been done so
long before--done on the spur of generous , and actuated by the
strange hazard that made the keeping of a woman's secret demand the same
reticence which also saved the young lad's name; to draw back from it
now would have been a cowardice impossible to his nature.

All seemed uttered, without words, by their gaze at one another. He
could not speak with  to this craven who had been false to
the fair repute of their name--and he would not speak with harshness. He
felt too sick at , too weary, too filled with , to ask aught
of his brother's life. It had been saved from wordnetdesire, and therefore
saved from evil