“I wish that I could forget it,” he said. " ***** "To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart.
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