He was nettled, and said over-boldly that for two cents he _would_.
It was a rash remark, and was probably repented of before it was fairly out of his mouth.

But it was too late--he was committed.

I knew him; and I knew he would rather break his neck than back down, if I egged him on judiciously.
"Oh, of course you would! Who's doubting it ?" It galled him, and he burst out, with sharp irritation-- "Maybe _you_ doubt it!" "I?
Oh no, I shouldn't think of such a thing.

You are always doing wonderful things.

With your mouth." He was in a passion, now.