[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XI 20/23
For a man to enrich himself at it he must labour hard and long; yet in the end I will not deny that he may compass it.
And now, since the flasks are empty and your young comrade is nodding in his chair, it will perhaps be as well for you to spend as much of the night as is left in repose.' He drew several blankets and rugs from a corner and scattered them over the floor.
'It is a soldier's couch,' he remarked; 'but ye may sleep on worse before ye put Monmouth on the English throne.
For myself, it is my custom to sleep in an inside chamber, which is hollowed out of the hill.' With a few last words and precautions for our comfort he withdrew with the lamp, passing through a door which had escaped our notice at the further end of the apartment. Reuben, having had no rest since he left Havant, had already dropped upon the rugs, and was fast asleep, with a saddle for a pillow.
Saxon and I sat for a few minutes longer by the light of the burning brazier. 'One might do worse than take to this same chemical business,' my companion remarked, knocking the ashes out of his pipe.
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