Excerpts from the Book 'The Splendid Spur':

... concerning the late encounter: but of course could answer nought. 'Twas only natural they should interpret this silence for obstinacy. March ...
... him-I'll be sworn to his face-I saw him, a year back, at Douai, helping at the mass! I never forget faces. Why, what nonsense! cried I, and ...
... but in one of these stood a great leathern screen, and over the fireplace near it a rack was hanging, full of swords, pistols, and walking canes. ...
... oil lamp hanging over a narrow deal table. By this light Captain Billy scrutiniz'd us for an instant: then, from one of his lockers, brought out pen, ...
... Who? asks Joan, making out to be surprised. Why, the lad whose mare thou'rt leadin'? Mile an' half away by now. How's that? ...
... listen. The foremost company of horse was heading rather to the eastward of me, to gain the high road and the gross pass'd me by at half a mile's ...
... spoil'd thy day for thee. Nay, that you have not, said I, heartily glad to see her humble, for the first time in our acquaintance: but if ...
... to fight th' Earl o' Stamford whiles his dragooners was away. An' here's the long an' short o't: thou'rt wanted, lad, to bear a hand wi' us up yonder-an ...
... me. 'Twas an open space we had to cross, dotted with gorsebushes and the enemy's regiments, plain to see, drawn up in battalia on the slope ...
... for a corpse. Yet he did not die (though shot through the lung), but recovered-heaven knows how: and I myself had the pleasure to see him hanged at ...
... I understood. It must be Sir George Chudleigh's cavalry returning, on news of their comrades' defeat, and we were riding straight toward them, as ...
... me: for as yet you do not even know yourself. The knowledge comes slowly to a man, I think to a woman at one rush. But when it comes, I believe ...
... There was a minute or so of silence, and then the snapping of flint and steel, and the sound of puffing. Lit, Simmy? Aye, ...
... seaward. Across the summit vaulted above, there drifted a puff of brown smoke. No one heard. A while of weakness followed. My brain reel'd: ...
... leaves of his book, bows very politely. You handled that dog, sir, choicely well, says he, in a thin voice that seemed to have a chuckle hidden ...
... He went down like a ninepin, but scrambled up in a trice, and was running for the window. There was a shout below as the Captain thrust the lattice ...
... thanks on our return. Mistress, said he with a bow, my young friend is raw, but has a good will. Confess, now, for his edification-for he ...
... of mulled sack: for this cold eats me alive. To this he consented: and stepping back into a side room with the other fellow, returned in a minute ...
... sprang out for the landing and round the doorway. Between the flash and the report I felt a sudden scrape, as of a red-hot wire, across my left thigh ...
... plain, where no doubt we shall find a clergyman to sell us a patch of holy ground- Holy ground? She look'd at me awhile and shook her head. ...