[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XIII 3/29
'Let me fill your glass.
Ha! it flows clear and yellow like a prime vintage.
These rogues can stir their limbs when they find that there is a man to command them.' 'Would that there were ever such,' said the widow meaningly, with a languishing look at our companion.
'Here is to you, sir--and to ye, too, young sirs,' she added, sipping at her wine.
'May there be a speedy end to the insurrection, for I judge, from your gallant equipment, that ye be serving the King.' 'His business takes us to the West,' said Reuben, 'and we have every reason to hope that there will be a speedy end to the insurrection.' 'Aye, aye, though blood will be shed first,' she said, shaking her head. 'They tell me that the rebels are as many as seven thousand, and that they swear to give an' take no quarter, the murderous villains! Alas! how any gentleman can fall to such bloody work when he might have a clean honourable occupation, such as innkeeping or the like, is more than my poor mind can understand.
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