34/53 He made a sudden movement as if to defend himself against a blow. 'Will you permit me to enter ?' I could do nothing except take off my cap and say, 'Yes, ma'am.' Blenkiron, snuggled up against the parapet, was cursing furiously below his breath. Her clothes were strange--spurred boots and breeches over which fell a short green kirtle. A little cap skewered with a jewelled pin was on her head, and a cape of some coarse country cloth hung from her shoulders. She had rough gauntlets on her hands, and she carried for weapon a riding-whip. |