8/23 I do the same." "Not so," said I, "or I should not have struck you. Nor shall it be peace if you dare to breathe her Majesty's name again in my hearing." "Heaven is my witness I have no wish to breathe it," said he, with a curl of his lips. "Nor, if you breathe the name of mine, need you look for so gentle a tumble as I dealt you just now. Come, your hand on it." So we struck hands for the third time and went on. What had I come to, to assort thus with a declared enemy of our gracious Queen, and, more than that, to love him more every mile we walked? |