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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

“First break your fast," said Simon; "'twill clear your head and steady your nerve. When<br />

you have finished your meal I will tell you what I want."<br />

Gifford laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and fell to. By-and-bye he set down the jug<br />

and pushed away the plate.<br />

“Now then?" he inquired.<br />

“Well now," said Simon, "I am going to fight you."<br />

Edward threw back his head and laughed.<br />

“What!" he cried, "I offended you, I suppose, by some incautious speech when I was<br />

merry last night? I cannot in the least remember it, but if fight we must, I’ve no<br />

objection, providing the choice of weapons be left with me. Pray, are you a good shot,<br />

Cousin <strong>Fleetwood</strong>?"<br />

“I am a very good shot. Cousin Gifford, but I’ve no mind to shoot you —no, nor to spit<br />

you either, though I have practised fencing in my college days. <strong>The</strong> same blood runs in<br />

our veins: I would not spill yours; but one of us must prove this day that he is the better<br />

man, and so we will fight with the tools which Nature gave us."<br />

He stretched out his sinewy arm, and clenched his mighty hand.<br />

Edward stared at him blankly, and finally imitated the gesture.<br />

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"If it comes to that I can play with my fists, too," he said, "but first, Cousin, pray tell me<br />

what we are to fight for?”<br />

"I will tell you," said Simon. He came closer to Gifford who had now risen, and spoke<br />

earnestly, almost solemnly. “Edward Gifford, I will not have you lay claim to the hand<br />

of Rachel Charnock."<br />

Edward stared for a moment or two, and then swore in very forcible language that he<br />

would stick to his bargain in spite of a thousand country boobies.<br />

"You will not," said Simon with quiet determination. "Listen: take your choice. If you<br />

refuse to give up this plan of yours, I carry news of it straightway to Madam Charnock,<br />

making known to her, besides, the terms in which you speak of her daughter; the<br />

manner in which you disgraced yourself at Mr. Renshaw's last night — you will find, I<br />

think, that she is no party to this bargain. Or else come out like a man and fight me. We

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