Mrs. Barlow:
You would think of geraniums when every other able-bodied man is out fighting!
Dr. Peter Blood:
Hmm. It's out of favor I seem to be with you, my vinegary virgin.
Mrs. Barlow:
Half the town is saying you're a Papist.
Dr. Peter Blood:
Why? Because I've the sense to sleep this night instead of rushing to my ruin in a hopeless attempt to put this Duke of Monmouth on the throne? He'd be even worse than King James. Make haste with that cloak there, my pretty one.
Mrs. Barlow:
And the other half of the town that defends you claims that you're just a coward.
Dr. Peter Blood:
Mrs. Barlow, me darlin', you can tell 'em if you like that I've been most everywhere that fighting was in evidence: I fought for the French against the Spanish and the Spanish against the French... and I learned me seamanship in the Dutch navy. And having had adventure enough in six years to last me six lives, I came here. Hung up the sword and picked up the lancet; became a man of peace and not of war... a healer, not a slayer. And that I'm going to be as long as I'm on top of the sod and not under it.
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