A Knight of the Cumberland by John Fox
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a knight may ride masked for a specified
time or until a particular purpose is achieved, that purpose being, I wot, victory for himself and for me a handful of byzants from thee.'' ``Now, go ahead, Budd,'' called the Mayor again. ``Are you going crazy?'' The Hon. Sam stretched out his arms once to loosen them for gesture, thrust his chest out, and uplifted his chin: ``Fair ladies, nobles of the realm, and good knights,'' he said sonorously, and he raised one hand to his mouth and behind it spoke aside to me: ``How's my voice--how's my voice?'' ``Great!'' His question was genuine, for the mask of humor had dropped and the man was transformed. I knew his inner seriousness, his oratorical command of good English, and I knew the habit, not uncommon among stump-speakers in the South, of falling, through humor, carelessness, or for the effect of flattering comradeship, into all the lingual sins of rural speech; but I was hardly prepared for the soaring flight |
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