A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link book A Romance of Exmoor 13/16 Now be off boy; thy name is Ridd, and we are well rid of thee.' I was only too glad to go, after all this tempest; as you may well suppose. For if ever I saw a man's eyes become two holes for the devil to glare from, I saw it that day; and the eyes were those of the Lord Chief Justice Jeffreys. He hath taken a strange fancy to thee; and thou must make the most of it. We never saw man meet him eye to eye so, and yet not contradict him, and that is just what he loveth. Abide in London, Master Ridd, and he will make thy fortune. |