seven lines from line seven / page seven of Turn of the Tide
‘…William flushed, half-rose, his right fist clenched. Glencairn was on his feet, thrusting back his chair, grasping William’s arm.”Save your spleen for the Montgomeries. We ride at dawn. I wish no thick heads riding with me.” There was a hasty scraping back of benches as most of those present followed Glencairn and William from the hall. Munro slumped back…’
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