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A little before sunset on that same day -- almost precisely indeed at the moment at which Flavia's shadow darkened the splayed flank of the window in the Tower -- two men stood beside the entrance at Morristown, whence the one's whip had just chased the beggars. They were staring at a third, who, seated nonchalantly upon the horse-block, slapped his boot with his riding switch, and made as poor a show of hiding his amusement as they of masking their disgust. The man who slapped his leg and shaped his lips to a silent whistle, was Major Payton of the -- th. The men who looked at him, and cursed the unlucky star which had brought him thither, were Luke Asgill and The McMurrough.
"Faith, and I should have thought," Asgill said, with a clouded face, "that my presence here, Major, and I, a Justice -- -- "