Finally, the lad determined to knock at the door of every
mansion that might appear worthy to be occupied by his kinsman,
trusting that perseverance would overcome the fatality that had
hitherto thwarted him. Firm in this resolve, he was passing beneath
the walls of a church, which formed the corner of two streets, when,
as he turned into the shade of its steeple, he encountered a bulky
stranger, muffled in a cloak. The man was proceeding with the speed of
earnest business, but Robin planted himself full before him, holding
the oak cudgel with both hands across his body, as a bar to further
passage.
"Halt, honest man, and answer me a question," said he, very
resolutely. "Tell me, this instant, whereabouts is the dwelling of
my kinsman, Major Molineux?"
"Keep your tongue between your teeth, fool, and let me pass!"
said a deep, gruff voice, which Robin partly remembered. "Let me pass,
I say, or I'll strike you to the earth!"
"No, no, neighbor!" cried Robin, flourishing his cudgel, and then
thrusting its larger end close to the man's muffled face. "No, no, I'm
not the fool you take me for, nor do you pass till I have an answer to
my question.
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