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           "Isayagain,ay—outuponit—whodaressaythatanymoreharmshallcomeuponthee?AmInotby?Letmeseewhodarestouch"—Herehestoppedofasudden,forhiswordschokedhim.Atlasthesaid,inadeep,huskyvoice,"Now,ifaughtofharmbefallstheebecauseofthisday’sdoings,IswearbySaintGeorgethattheredcockshallcrowovertherooftreeofthishouse,forthehotflamesshalllickeverycrackandcrannythereof.Asforthesewomen"—herehegroundhisteeth—"itwillbeanilldayforthem!"

           ButRobinHoodtookLittleJohn’srough,brownfistinhiswhitehands,andchidhimsoftlyinhislow,weakvoice,askinghimsincewhattimeLittleJohnhadthoughtofdoingharmtowomen,eveninvengeance.Thushetalkedtill,atlast,theotherpromised,inachokingvoice,thatnoillshouldfallupontheplace,nomatterwhathappened.Thenasilencefell,andLittleJohnsatwithRobinHood’shandinhis,gazingoutoftheopenwindow,everandanonswallowingagreatlumpthatcameinhisthroat.Meantimethesundroppedslowlytothewest,tillalltheskywasablazewitharedglory.ThenRobinHood,inaweak,falteringvoice,badeLittleJohnraisehimthathemightlookoutoncemoreuponthewoodlands;sotheyeomanliftedhiminhisarms,ashebade,andRobinHood’sheadlayonhisfriend’sshoulder.