Mary Anerley : a Yorkshire Tale by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore
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breath was short to stop them, and a man with a family like mine can
never despise a hundred guineas." "Why, Sophy," said the farmer, thinking slowly, with a frown, "that must have been the noise come in at window, when I were getting up this morning. I said, 'Why, there's some poacher fellow popping at the conies!' and out I went straight to the warren to see. Three gun-shots, or might 'a been four. How many men was you shooting at?" "The force under my command was in pursuit of one notorious criminal--that well-known villain, Robin Lyth." "Captain, your duty is to do your duty. But without your own word for it, I never would believe that you brought four gun muzzles down upon one man." "The force under my command carried three guns only. It was not in their power to shoot off four." "Captain, I never would have done it in your place. I call it no better than unmanly. Now go you not for to stir yourself amiss. To look thunder at me is what I laugh at. But many things are done in a hurry, Captain Carroway, and I take it that this was one of them." "As to that, no! I will not have it. All was in thorough good order. I was never so much as a cable's length behind, though the devil, some years ago, split my heel up, like his own, Sir." "Captain, I see it, and I ask your pardon. Your men were out of reach of hollering. At our time of life the wind dies quick, from want of blowing |
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