To Have & To Hold by Mary Johnson Chapter 14 Page 10

face, — it looked white, drawn, and pinched; as for his companion, his countenance did not change, — never changed, I believe, — but the trembling of the feather in his hat was not caused by the wind.

Jeremy Sparrow bent down from his saddle, seized the Italian under the armpits, and swung him clean from the ground up to the brown mare’s neck. “Divinity and medicine,” he said genially, “soul healer and body poisoner, we’ll ride double for a time,” and proceeded to bind the doctor’s hands with his own scarf. The creature of venom before him writhed and struggled, but the minister’s strength was as the strength of ten, and the minister’s hand held him down. By this I was off Black Lamoral and facing my lord. The color had come back to his lip and cheek,