The Splendid Spur<br />Being Memoirs of the Adventures of Mr. John Marvel, a Servant of His Late Maj by Arthur Quiller-Couch (libby ebook reader TXT) 📕

“There's my token! Now give me one to weep and be glad over.”

Having no trinkets, I gave my glove: and she kiss'd it twice, and put it in her bosom.

“I have no need of this ring,” said I: “for look!” and I drew forth the lock I had cut from her dear head, that morning among the alders by Kennet side, and worn ever since over my heart.

“Wilt marry no man till I come?”

“Now, that's too hard a promise,” said she, laughing, and shaking her curls.

“Too hard!”

“Why, of course. Listen, sweetheart—a true woman will not change her mind: but, oh! she dearly loves to be able to! So, bating this, here's my hand upon it—now, fie, Jack! and before all these mariners!—well, then if thou must—”

I watch'd her standing in the stern and waving, till she was under the Godsend's side: then turn'd, and mounting Molly, rode inland to the wars.