The Merchant's Clerk: And Other TalesHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 366 páginas |
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... thou wast in her womb ; and when she is dead bury her by me in one grave . " Thus on the point of death , writes thy father to his beloved son . REMEMBER ! " HENRY ELLIOTT . " As soon as I had somewhat recovered the shock occasioned by ...
... thou wast in her womb ; and when she is dead bury her by me in one grave . " Thus on the point of death , writes thy father to his beloved son . REMEMBER ! " HENRY ELLIOTT . " As soon as I had somewhat recovered the shock occasioned by ...
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... Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . King John . Death . Hub . King John . Hub . King John . My lord ? A grave . He shall not live . Enough . I could be merry now . KING JOHN , Act ...
... Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . King John . Death . Hub . King John . Hub . King John . My lord ? A grave . He shall not live . Enough . I could be merry now . KING JOHN , Act ...
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... thou been ? Dick Forster - hey , hem - stare at me ! I will do thee no hurt , God knows : but where hast been ? why and how here ? " said Bill Fowler , one of the two whom Fors- ter had left drinking at the Hunting Horn , and who now ...
... thou been ? Dick Forster - hey , hem - stare at me ! I will do thee no hurt , God knows : but where hast been ? why and how here ? " said Bill Fowler , one of the two whom Fors- ter had left drinking at the Hunting Horn , and who now ...
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... thou get them ? Hast thou been out a― a - a -- robbing ? or - hast - tell me , Dick Forster - or I'll go and fetch some one that shall make thee ! " and he shook him violently . Dick began to come a little to his senses on being so ...
... thou get them ? Hast thou been out a― a - a -- robbing ? or - hast - tell me , Dick Forster - or I'll go and fetch some one that shall make thee ! " and he shook him violently . Dick began to come a little to his senses on being so ...
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... thou shalt tell to a magistrate , or my name is not Bill Fowler ! " Dick slowly lifted himself up , and clasped his com- panion's hand , whispering faintly , " Bill Fowler , let us leave this lonely place - help me to the high road ...
... thou shalt tell to a magistrate , or my name is not Bill Fowler ! " Dick slowly lifted himself up , and clasped his com- panion's hand , whispering faintly , " Bill Fowler , let us leave this lonely place - help me to the high road ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler black puddings Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house daughter dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey once Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
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Página 343 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 113 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Página 343 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 365 - SACRED HISTORY OF THE WORLD, Attempted to be Philosophically considered, in a Series of Letters to a Son. By SHARON TURNER, FSA and RASL New Edition, edited by the Rev.
Página 344 - Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 362 - Founder of the Religion of Islam, and of the Empire of the Saracens.
Página 364 - A DESCRIPTION OF PITCAIRN'S ISLAND, AND ITS INHABITANTS. With an Authentic Account of the Mutiny of the Ship Bounty, and of the .subsequent Fortunes of the Mutineers.