Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn
sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn,
seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their
power. “Boys!” said Capes. The Protestant Flagellant, who whipped his soul rather than his
body, who made self-denial the rack and the boot, who believed that on Sunday
it was sacrilegious to smile, blasphemous to laugh! Spurlock had gone back
spiritually three hundred years. "
The order was promptly obeyed. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference;
"but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. He yelled but he had no breath to support his
own voice.
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