His mind fled to Heritage, and it occurred to him suddenly that the Poet had set his affections very high.

Loyalty drove him to speak for his friend.
"I've got the easy job," he said.

"Mr.Heritage will have the whole pack on him in that old Tower, and him with such a sore clout on his head.

I've left him my pistol.

He's a terrible brave man!" She smiled.
"Ay, and he's a poet too." "So ?" she said.