The country had been worried and flurried by the Parliament, and cried out like a wearied man for rest--any sort of rest--and it has got it--got it with a vengeance.
But there's no rest more restless than that of an active man except that of an active country, and England won't put up with this butchering of men to-day for doing what was their duty yesterday--yes, their duty, for that's what you call it." "So you think Master Wilfrey means to set a double trap for Ray ?" "I don't know what he means; but he doesn't hunt down a common Roundhead out of thousands with nothing but 'duty' in his head; that's not Master Wilfrey Lawson's way." "But this man was a captain of the trained bands latterly," said the little constable.

"Fellow," he cried to Mr.Garth, who rode along moodily enough in front of them, "did this Ray ever brag to you of what he did as captain in the army ?" "What was he?
Capt'n?
I never heard on't," growled the blacksmith.
"Brag--pshaw! He's hardly the man for that," said Constable Jonathan.
"I mind they crack't of his saving the life of old Wilson," said Mr.
Garth, growling again.
"And if he took it afterwards, what matter ?" said Constable Jonathan, with an expression of contempt.

"Push on, there.

Here we're at the top.

Is it down now?
What's that below?
A house, truly--a house at last.