“If we are calm," replied the policeman, "it is the calm of organized resistance.""Eh?" said Syme, staring."The soldier must be calm in the thick of the battle," pursued the policeman. "The composure of an army is the anger of a nation.”
“The soldier must be calm in the thick of the battle," pursued the policeman. "The composure of an army is the anger of a nation.”
“Well, if I am not drunk, I am mad," replied Syme with perfect calm; "but I trust I can behave like a gentleman in either condition.”
“Be patient and calm; no one can catch fish in anger.”
“A calm demeanor will deter the danger of words spoken in anger or panic.”
“Now we sit and wait,” the woman said, and she settled into a chair, the gun on her lap.“What are we waiting for?” Jane asked.The woman stared at her. Said, calmly: “The end.”