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Micah Clarke

CHAPTER XVIII
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All taken, you say! It is a lesson and a warning to us.

I tell you that unless Monmouth infuses more energy into his councils, and thrusts straight for the heart instead of fencing and foining at the extremities, we shall find ourselves as Argyle and Rumbold.

What mean these two days wasted at Axminster at a time when every hour is of import?
Is he, every time that he brushes a party of militia aside, to stop forty-eight hours and chant "Te Deums" when Churchill and Feversham are, as I know, pushing for the West with every available man, and the Dutch grenadiers are swarming over like rats into a granary ?' 'You are very right, Colonel Saxon,' the Mayor answered.

'And I trust that when the King comes here we may stir him up to more prompt action.
He has much need of more soldierly advisers, for since Fletcher hath gone there is hardly a man about him who hath been trained to arms.' 'Well,' said Saxon moodily, 'now that Argyle hath gone under we are face to face with James, with nothing but our own good swords to trust to.' 'To them and to the justice of our cause.

How like ye the news, young sirs?
Has the wine lost its smack on account of it?
Are ye disposed to flinch from the standard of the Lord ?' 'For my own part I shall see the matter through,' said I.
'And I shall bide where Micah Clarke bides,' quoth Reuben Lockarby.
'And to me,' said Sir Gervas, 'it is a matter of indifference, so long as I am in good company and there is something stirring.' 'In that case,' said the Mayor, 'we had best each turn to his own work, and have all ready for the King's arrival.


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