[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XIII 11/29
A pinch of snuff, sirs? Aye, ye may well look hard at the box.
A pretty little thing, sirs, from a certain lady of title, who shall be nameless; though, if I were to say that her title begins with a D and her name with a C, a gentleman of the Court might hazard a guess.' Our hostess, having brought fresh glasses, withdrew, and Decimus Saxon soon found an opportunity for following her.
Sir Gervas Jerome continued, however, to chatter freely to Reuben and myself over the wine, rattling along as gaily and airily as though we were old acquaintances. 'Sink me, if I have not frighted your comrade away!' he remarked, 'Or is it possible that he hath gone on the slot of the plump widow? Methought he looked in no very good temper when I kissed her at the door.
Yet it is a civility which I seldom refuse to anything which wears a cap.
Your friend's appearance smacked more of Mars than of Venus, though, indeed, those who worship the god are wont to be on good terms with the goddess. A hardy old soldier, I should judge, from his feature and attire.' 'One who hath seen much service abroad,' I answered. 'Ha! ye are lucky to ride to the wars in the company of so accomplished a cavalier.
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