I like to feel myself safe,"
he added, stretching out his legs to the fire, and throwing himself
back in his chair with the air of a man determined to be comfortable.
"I like to feel myself safe," said the baron.
At that moment the woman caught her husband's arm, and all the party
following the direction of her eyes, looked simultaneously to the window,
where they had just time to catch a glimpse of an apparition of an armed head,
with its plumage tossing in the storm, on which the light shone from within,
and which disappeared immediately.
CHAPTER XV
O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary. When did I see thee
so put down?--Twelfth Night.
Several knocks, as from the knuckles of an iron glove, were given
to the door of the cottage, and a voice was heard entreating
shelter from the storm for a traveller who had lost his way.
Robin arose and went to the door.
"What are you?" said Robin.
"A soldier," replied the voice: "an unfortunate adherent of Longchamp,
flying the vengeance of Prince John."
"Are you alone?" said Robin.
"Yes," said the voice: "it is a dreadful night. Hospitable cottagers,
pray give me admittance. I would not have asked it but for the storm.
I would have kept my watch in the woods."
"That I believe," said Robin. "You did not reckon on the storm when you
turned into this pass.
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