Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle Micah Clarke — Chapter VIII (1889)

From Dean to Salisbury is all straight road with moor, morass, and fenland on either side, broken only by the single hamlet of Aldersbury, just over the Wiltshire border. Our horses, refreshed by the short rest, stepped out gallantly, and the brisk motion, with the sunlight and the beauty of the morning, combined to raise our spirits and cheer us after the depression of the long ride through the darkness, and the incident of the murdered traveller.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle Micah Clarke — Chapter VIII (1889)

A horseman who bore traces of having ridden long and hard was rapidly approaching us. Both rider and steed were grey with dust and splashed with mire, yet he galloped with loosened rein and bent body, as one to whom every extra stride is of value.
'What ho, friend!' cried Saxon, reining his mare across the road so as to bar the man's passage.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle Micah Clarke — Chapter VIII (1889)

Master Decimus Saxon had flung to the winds the precise demeanour which he had assumed in the presence of my father, and rattled away with many a jest and scrap of rhyme or song as we galloped through the darkness.
'Gadzooks!' said he frankly, 'it is good to be able to speak freely without being expected to tag every sentence with a hallelujah or an amen.'
'You were ever the leader in those pious exercises,' I remarked drily.
'Aye, indeed. You have nicked it there! If a thing must be done, then take a lead in it, whatever it may be.
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