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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: queen's name, to assault the Spaniards. Folks say it was rash of
his lordship: but I say, what could be better done? Every one
knows that there never was a stouter or shrewder soldier than
Davils; and the young Desmonds, I have heard him say many a time,
used to look on him as their father. But he found out what it was
to trust Englishmen turned Irish. Well, the Desmonds found out on
a sudden that the Dons were such desperate Paladins, that it was
madness to meddle, though they were five to one; and poor Davils,
seeing that there was no fight in them, goes back for help, and
sleeps that night at some place called Tralee. Arthur Carter of
Bideford, St. Leger's lieutenant, as stout an old soldier as Davils
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