[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XII 18/23
And here, come rain, come shine, shall I, his mother, sit while two bones hang together of the man who slow my heart's darling.' She nestled down in her rags as she spoke, and leaning her chin upon her hands stared up with an intensity of hatred at the hideous remnant. 'Come away, Reuben,' I cried, for the sight was enough to make one loathe one's kind.
'She is a ghoul, not a woman.' 'Pah! it gives one a foul taste in the mouth,' quoth Saxon.
'Who is for a fresh gallop over the Downs? Away with care and carrion! "Sir John got on his bonny brown steed, To Monmouth for to ride--a. A brave buff coat upon his back, A broadsword by his side--a. Ha, ha, young man, we rebels can Pull down King James's pride--a!" Hark away, lads, with a loose rein and a bloody heel!' We spurred our steeds and galloped from the unholy spot as fast as our brave beasts could carry us.
To all of us the air had a purer flavour and the heath a sweeter scent by contrast with the grim couple whom we had left behind us.
What a sweet world would this be, my children, were it not for man and his cruel ways! When we at last pulled up we had set some three or four miles between the gibbet and ourselves.
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