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Micah Clarke

CHAPTER XII
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'At the same time, our ways differ from your ways, and that difference must be mended, or you can be no true comrade of ours.' 'All right, Master Morality,' quoth he, 'I must e'en unlearn some of the tricks of my trade.

Od's feet, man, if ye object to me, what the henker would ye think of some whom I have known?
However, let that pass.

It is time that we were at the wars, for our good swords will not bide in their scabbards.
"The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack." You cannot think a thought but old Samuel hath been before you.' 'Surely we shall be at the end of this dreary plain presently,' Reuben cried.

'Its insipid flatness is enough to set the best of friends by the ears.

We might be in the deserts of Libya instead of his most graceless Majesty's county of Wiltshire.' 'There is smoke over yonder, upon the side of that hill,' said Saxon, pointing to the southward.
'Methinks I see one straight line of houses there,' I observed, shading my eyes with my hand.


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