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In the Wars of the Roses

CHAPTER 1: A Brush With The Robbers
19/22

He even dozed a little in the saddle as the horse picked his way steadily through the darkness, and was only fully roused up again by the sight of lanterns dancing, as it seemed, over the ground, by the sound of rough yet pleasant voices, and the glimmer of steadier light through the latticed windows of some building near at hand.

The next minute he was before the hospitable door of the old farmhouse.
A ruddy blaze streamed out through that open door.

Friendly hands assisted him to alight, and guided him to a rude oak settle placed within the deep inglenook, which was almost like a small inner chamber of the wide farm kitchen.

Some hot, steaming drink was held to his lips; and when he had drunk, the mist seemed to clear away from his eyes, and he saw that he was the centre of quite a group of simple rustics; whilst the pretty, dark-eyed Joan, in her gown of blue serge, with its big sleeves of white cloth, was eagerly watching him, all the time pouring out her story, which everybody appeared to wish to hear again and again.
"Just to think of it!" cried a burly man, whose dress bespoke him a farmer no less than his ruddy cheeks and horny hands.

"Would that I had been there! He should not then have escaped with his life.
"Child, why didst thou not stab him to the heart as he lay?
"Well has he been called Devil's Own by his former comrades and playfellows.


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