"What news do you bring from London?" Betty Cromwell asked him.
"Anything that may prove dangerous to my Ollie?"
"Shouldn't think so,” he said in a calming tone, "so long as he stays clear of Pym and his rabble rousers."
"But he is with Pym now, at a political rally in Cambridge."
He stood, turned, and threw his gun leathers over his shoulder as he strode out of the back door and into the sunshine. "I'm borrowing a horse."
She dropped to her knees to beseech the Lord to keep her husband safe, but instead she sniffed up her fears and called out after the tall pistoleer, "Oh please Daniel, keep my Ollie safe!"
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