[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XVII 19/21
He has the smooth cheeks o' a wench, an' limbs like Goliath o' Gath.
I'll war'nt he could pick up my old gaffer Jones an' awa' wi' him at his saddle-bow, as easy as Towser does a rotten! But here's good Maister Tetheridge, the clerk, and on great business too, for he's a mun that spares ne time ne trooble in the great cause.' 'Room, good people, room! 'cried the little clerk, bustling up with an air of authority.
'Hinder not the high officials of the Corporation in the discharge of their functions.
Neither should ye hamper the flanks of fighting men, seeing that you thereby prevent that deploying and extending of the line which is now advocated by many high commanders. I prythee, who commands this cohort, or legion rather, seeing that you have auxiliary horse attached to it ?' ''Tis a regiment, sirrah,' said Saxon sternly.
'Colonel Saxon's regiment of Wiltshire foot, which I have the honour to command.' 'I beg your Colonelship's pardon, 'cried the clerk nervously, edging away from the swarthy-faced soldier.
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