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"Would ye shoot at the moon with a hand-gun?" said Dick. "'Tis a valiant
knight, and hath a hand of iron. An he guessed I had made or meddled
with your flight, it would go sore with me."
"Ay, poor boy," returned the other, "y' are his ward, I know it. By the
same token, so am I, or so he saith; or else he hath bought my
marriage--I wot not rightly which; but it is some handle to oppress me
by."
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Boy again!" said Dick.
Nay, then, shall I call you girl, good Richard?" asked Matcham.
Never a girl for me," returned Dick. "I do abjure the crew of them!"
Ye speak boyishly," said the other. "Ye think more of them than ye
pretend."
"Not I," said Dick, stoutly. "They come not in my mind. A plague of
them, say I! Give me to hunt and to fight and to feast, and to live with
jolly foresters. I never heard of a maid yet that was for any service,
save one only; and she, poor shrew, was burned for a witch and the
wearing of men's clothes in spite of nature."
Master Matcham crossed himself with fervour, and appeared to pray.
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