I am a lonely man, my sweeting, and I must settle some day when the wars are over and done.
Mayhap you and I----Ah, mechante, mechante! There is la petite peeping from behind the door.

Now, John, the sun is over the trees; you must be brisker than this when the bugleman blows 'Bows and Bills.'" "I have been waiting this time back," said Hordle John gruffly.
"Then we must be off.

Adieu, ma vie! The two livres shall settle the score and buy some ribbons against the next kermesse.

Do not forget Sam Aylward, for his heart shall ever be thine alone--and thine, ma petite! So, marchons, and may St.Julian grant us as good quarters elsewhere!" The sun had risen over Ashurst and Denny woods, and was shining brightly, though the eastern wind had a sharp flavor to it, and the leaves were flickering thickly from the trees.

In the High Street of Lyndhurst the wayfarers had to pick their way, for the little town was crowded with the guardsmen, grooms, and yeomen prickers who were attached to the King's hunt.