Приключения Робин Гуда

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           Tothisspeechtheotheranswerednotaword,buthepushedthecowlbackfromhisheadandshowedaknitbrow,ahookednose,andapairoffierce,restlessblackeyes,whichaltogethermadeRobinthinkofahawkashelookedonhisface.Butbesidethistherewassomethingaboutthelinesonthestranger’sface,andhisthincruelmouth,andthehardglareofhiseyes,thatmadeone’sfleshcreeptolookupon.

           "Whoartthou,rascal?"saidheatlast,inaloud,harshvoice.

           "Tut,tut,"quothmerryRobin,"speaknotsosourly,brother.Hastthoufeduponvinegarandnettlesthismorningthatthyspeechissostinging?"

           "Anthoulikestnotmywords,"saidtheotherfiercely,"thouhadstbestbejogging,forItelltheeplainly,mydeedsmatchthem."

           "Nay,butIdolikethywords,thousweet,prettything,"quothRobin,squattingdownuponthegrassinfrontoftheother."Moreover,ItelltheethyspeechiswittyandgamesomeasanyIeverheardinallmylife."

           Theothersaidnotaword,butheglareduponRobinwithawickedandbalefullook,suchasafiercedogbestowsuponamanereitspringsathisthroat.Robinreturnedthegazewithoneofwide-eyedinnocence,notashadowofasmiletwinklinginhiseyesortwitchingatthecornersofhismouth.Sotheysatstaringatoneanotherforalongtime,untilthestrangerbrokethesilencesuddenly."Whatisthyname,fellow?"saidhe.