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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Midwinter (Buchan) — Chapter XIX. (1923)

Had England risen for our Prince, your aid would have been most heartily welcome, but now the war will be in Scotland, and I tell you it is as hopeless as a battle of a single kestrel against a mob of ravens. I fight in it, for that is my trade and duty; I have been bred to war, and it is the quarrel of my house and my race. But for you it is none of these things. You would be a stranger in a foreign strife. ... Nay, sir, but you must listen to reason. You are a scholar and have your career to make in a far different world.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Midwinter (Buchan) — Chapter XIX. (1923)

Gladly I accept your convoy, but you will stop short of Ramoth-Gilead."
The other's face was a heavy mask of disappointment. "I must be the judge of my own path," he said sullenly.
"But you will be guided in that judgment by one who knows better than you the certainties of the road. It is no part of a man's duty to walk aimlessly to death."
The last word seemed to make Johnson pause. But he recovered himself.
"I have counted the cost," he said. "I fear death, God knows, but not more than other men. I will be no stranger in your wars.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan Midwinter (Buchan) — Chapter XIX. (1923)

He put his head in his hands and seemed to be absorbed in a passion of remorse.
"You must surely return to her," said Alastair gently.
Johnson raised his head. "I would not have you think that I had forgotten her. She has her own small fortune, which suffices for one, though scant enough for two. I earn so little that I am rather an encumbrance than an aid, and she is more prosperous in my absence."
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