Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  Sir Nigel — Chapter XI (1906)

“ Nigel's face was haggard with the strife within, for desire ran hot in every vein, and yet reason shrank with horror. "By Saint Paul! Edith," he cried, "I see no honor nor advancement of any sort in this thing which you have asked me to do. Is it for me to strike one who is no better than a cripple? For my manhood I could not do such a deed, and I pray you, dear lady, that you will set me some other task."
Her eyes flashed at him in contempt. "And you are a man-at-arms!" she cried, laughing in bitter scorn. "You are afraid of a little man who can scarce walk.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  Sir Nigel — Chapter XI (1906)

“ The old Knight laughed exultantly. "Here is a pupil who never brings me shame!" he cried. "Be it lore—of chivalry or heraldry or woodcraft or what you will, I can always turn to Mary. Many a man can she put to the blush."
"Myself among them," said Nigel.
"Ah, lad, you are a Solomon to some of them. Hark ye! only last week that jack-fool, the young Lord of Brocas, was here talking of having seen a covey of pheasants in the wood. One such speech would have been the ruin of a young Squire at the court. How would you have said it, Nigel?"
"Surely, fair sir, it should be a nye of pheasants."
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  Sir Nigel — Chapter XI (1906)

“ There from his heart he prayed that no shadow or stain should come upon his soul or his honor whilst these arms incased his body, and that he might be strengthened to use them for noble and godly ends. A strange turn this to a religion of peace, and yet for many a century the sword and the faith had upheld each other and in a darkened world the best ideal of the soldier had turned in some dim groping fashion toward the light. ”
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