[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XIX 9/27
We slipped along in the shadow, however, and found ourselves safe within the Mayor's courtyard without let or hindrance. 'I trust, sir, that you have really met with no hurt,' said the maiden to my companion. Reuben had said not a word since she had uncovered her face, and bore the face of a man who finds himself in some pleasant dream and is vexed only by the fear lest he wake up from it.
'Nay, I am not hurt,' he answered, 'but I would that you could tell us who these roving blades may be, and where they may be found.' 'Nay, nay,' said she, with uplifted finger, 'you shall not follow the matter further.
As to the men, I cannot say with certainty who they may have been.
I had gone forth to visit Dame Clatworthy, who hath the tertian ague, and they did beset me on my return.
Perchance they are some who are not of my grandfather's way of thinking in affairs of State, and who struck at him through me.
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