Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

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

“ But I will not fight against King James, nor will I risk the mare, so let me hear no more of it. And now I must leave ye, for I have much to do. Farewell to you!'
'Farewell, farewell!' we cried, pressing his brown horny hands; 'our thanks to you for your guidance.' Raising his hat, he shook his bridle and galloped off down the road in a rolling cloud of dust.
'Rat me, if I ever say a word against the thieves again!' said Sir Gervas. 'I never saw a man wield sword more deftly in my life, and he must be a rare hand with a pistol to bring those two tall fellows down with two shots.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  Micah Clarke — Chapter XXX (1889)

“ Zounds, man! to see him on the bench, condemning some poor devil for stealing a dozen eggs, is as good as a comedy in the playhouse.'
'Nay! but,' I persisted, 'you are a man, judging from what we have seen of your courage and skill in the use of your weapons, who would gain speedy preferment in any army. Surely it were better to use your gifts to the gaining of honour and credit, than to make them a stepping-stone to disgrace and the gallows?'
'For the gallows I care not a clipped shilling,' the highwayman answered, sending up thick blue curls of smoke into the morning air.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  Micah Clarke — Chapter XXX (1889)

“ For all your cold-blooded stolidity you are keen enough where pride or honour is concerned. Shall we then ride onwards, and chance it? I'll lay an even crown that we never as much as see a red coat.'
'If you will take my advice, gentlemen,' said the highwayman, trotting up upon a beautiful bay mare, 'I should say that your best course is to allow me to act as guide to you as far as the camp. It will be strange if I cannot find roads which shall baffle these blundering soldiers.'
'A very wise and seasonable proposition,' cried Sir Gervas.
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