No Quarter!
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Reid Mayne. No Quarter!
Prologue
Chapter One. A Sword Duel in the Saddle
Chapter Two. Foes Become Friends
Chapter Three. Beautiful Forest Birds
Chapter Four. Out for a Walk
Chapter Five. Waiting and Watching
Chapter Six. A Cavalier in Love
Chapter Seven. A Young Lady not in Love
Chapter Eight. A House in Tudor Style
Chapter Nine. A Right Royal Epistle
Chapter Ten. The Cousins
Chapter Eleven. Three Curious Characters
Chapter Twelve. A Combat in a Quarry
Chapter Thirteen. Looking Forward to a Fight
Chapter Fourteen. A Hawking Party
Chapter Fifteen “Dear Little Mer.”
Chapter Sixteen. Trouble Anticipated
Chapter Seventeen. New Faces and Old Foes
Chapter Eighteen “Resist!”
Chapter Nineteen. In the Midst of a Mob
Chapter Twenty “No Quarter!”
Chapter Twenty One. War in Full Fury
Chapter Twenty Two. The Cadgers on Dangerous Ground
Chapter Twenty Three. A Grand Sergeant of Guard
Chapter Twenty Four. On the Bridge
Chapter Twenty Five. In Council of War
Chapter Twenty Six. A Despatch Cunningly Conveyed
Chapter Twenty Seven. A City of Refuge
Chapter Twenty Eight. A Home Gayer than Congenial
Chapter Twenty Nine. The Night Owl
Chapter Thirty. A Mixed Assembly
Chapter Thirty One. A Labyrinth of Jealousies
Chapter Thirty Two. A Contradanza
Chapter Thirty Three. A Pas-Seul
Chapter Thirty Four. Guardian Angels
Chapter Thirty Five. A Complete Eclaircissement
Chapter Thirty Six. After Roundway Down
Chapter Thirty Seven. Fiennes Shows the White Feather
Chapter Thirty Eight. Insulting a Fallen Foe
Chapter Thirty Nine. A Princely Admirer
Chapter Forty. The Cadgers on the Kymin
Chapter Forty One. By the “Buckstone.”
Chapter Forty Two. A Reconnaissance
Chapter Forty Three. High Meadow House
Chapter Forty Four. Out in the Storm
Chapter Forty Five. A Town Cleverly Taken
Chapter Forty Six. Awaiting War News
Chapter Forty Seven. Old Comrades
Chapter Forty Eight. Between Two Prisons
Chapter Forty Nine. An Uphill Chase
Chapter Fifty. An Ambuscade
Chapter Fifty One. In Carousal
Chapter Fifty Two. At Home Again
Chapter Fifty Three. Again Presentiments
Chapter Fifty Four. A Glittering Cohort
Chapter Fifty Five. Hawking at Home
Chapter Fifty Six. An Introduction in the Saddle
Chapter Fifty Seven. A Crime in Contemplation
Chapter Fifty Eight. A Messenger Despatched
Chapter Fifty Nine. Brought Home a Prisoner
Chapter Sixty. Quartered upon the Enemy
Chapter Sixty One. A Courageous Wader
Chapter Sixty Two. Their Dear Ones in Danger
Chapter Sixty Three. An Exciting Epistle
Chapter Sixty Four. A House on Fire
Chapter Sixty Five. Very Near an Encounter
Chapter Sixty Six. On the Trail
Chapter Sixty Seven. A Guard Carelessly Kept
Chapter Sixty Eight. A Fight in a Flood
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“He who is not a Republican must either have a bad head or a bad heart.”
The speaker was a man of military mien, cavalry arm, as could be told by his seat in the saddle – for he was on horseback. Not in military uniform, however, but dressed in a plain doublet of dark grey cloth, with a broad Vandyke collar, high-crowned hat, buff boots reaching above the knees, and turned over at the tips. Nor did his wearing a sword certify to his being a soldier. In those days no one went without such weapon, especially when on a journey, as he was. Thirty, or thereabouts, he looked a little older through his complexion being sun-browned, as from foreign service or travel; which had also left its traces in his hair, a strand or two of silver beginning to show in a chevelure otherwise coal-black. His fine sweeping moustaches, however, were still free from this betrayer of middle age; while his well-balanced figure, lithe and tersely set, bespoke the activity of a yet youthful manhood. His features, oval and regular, were of a type denoting firmness; handsome, too, with their tint of bronze, which lent interest to them, lit up as they were by the flashing of eagle eyes. For flash these did excitedly, almost angrily, as he so declared himself. By his speech he should be a Puritan, of extremest views; for that he meant what he said was as evident from the emphasis given to his words as from the expression on his face. Still, his hair showed not the close crop of the “Roundhead;” instead, fell down in curling luxuriance as affected by the “Cavalier;” while a plume of cock’s feathers set jauntily on the side of his hat gave him more the air of the latter than the former, in contradiction to the sentiment expressed.
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“Ah! you mus’n’t stop at Coleford, much less sleep there.”
“And why not?”
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