It were a foolish candor.
As I said, there will be some good fighting ahead of us, for love and battle usually go together.

One must have warm, rich blood to do either well; and, save religion, there is no source more fruitful of quarrels and death than that passion which is the source of life.
You, of course, know without the telling, that I reached land safely after I scuttled the boat, else I should not be writing this forty years afterwards.
The sun had risen when I waded ashore.

I was swordless, coatless, hatless, and bootless; but I carried a well-filled purse in my belt.

Up to that time I had given no thought to my ultimate destination; but being for the moment safe, I pondered the question and determined to make my way to Haddon Hall in Derbyshire, where I was sure a warm welcome would await me from my cousin, Sir George Vernon.

How I found a peasant's cottage, purchased a poor horse and a few coarse garments, and how in the disguise of a peasant I rode southward to the English border, avoiding the cities and the main highways, might interest you; but I am eager to come to my story, and I will not tell you of my perilous journey.
One frosty morning, after many hairbreadth escapes, I found myself well within the English border, and turned my horse's head toward the city of Carlisle.