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... kind , your advice so serious , that I will pay the deepest attention to your behests . But can you not aid me farther in this most important concern ? Believe me , I will not be ungrateful . " " I require and deserve no gratitude for ...
... kind , your advice so serious , that I will pay the deepest attention to your behests . But can you not aid me farther in this most important concern ? Believe me , I will not be ungrateful . " " I require and deserve no gratitude for ...
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... kind entertainer . Jean was mortified at this ungrateful conduct , and so much ashamed of it , that she absented herself from Lochside for several years . He " It happened , in course of time , that in consequence of some temporary ...
... kind entertainer . Jean was mortified at this ungrateful conduct , and so much ashamed of it , that she absented herself from Lochside for several years . He " It happened , in course of time , that in consequence of some temporary ...
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... kind of favourite with them , and upon the division of a common , or the holding of a black - fishing or poaching - court , or any similar occasion , when they conceived themselves oppressed by the gentry , they were in the habit of ...
... kind of favourite with them , and upon the division of a common , or the holding of a black - fishing or poaching - court , or any similar occasion , when they conceived themselves oppressed by the gentry , they were in the habit of ...
Pagina 43
... kind at present . " 66 Why , then , good morning to you , for business must be minded ; unless ye go aboard and take schnaps , † you shall have a pouch - full of tea ashore . - Dirk Hatteraick knows how to be civil . " There was a ...
... kind at present . " 66 Why , then , good morning to you , for business must be minded ; unless ye go aboard and take schnaps , † you shall have a pouch - full of tea ashore . - Dirk Hatteraick knows how to be civil . " There was a ...
Pagina 45
... kind - they aye feed mine very ill ; Luckie Finniston sent up three that were a shame to be seen only last week , and yet she has twelve bows sowing of victual ; indeed her good man , Duncan Finniston - that's him that's gone- ( for we ...
... kind - they aye feed mine very ill ; Luckie Finniston sent up three that were a shame to be seen only last week , and yet she has twelve bows sowing of victual ; indeed her good man , Duncan Finniston - that's him that's gone- ( for we ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Allonby answered appearance Astrologer auld Aweel bairn better called Captain castle character Charles Hazlewood circumstances Colonel Mannering counsellor Dandie dear Derncleugh deyvil Dinmont Dirk Hatteraick Dominie Sampson door Ellangowan eyes father favour fear feelings fellow frae Frank Kennedy gentleman gipsy Glossin Guy Mannering hand head heard honour horse Julia justice justice of peace Kennedy Kippletringan Laird Liddesdale light look Lucy Bertram lugger Mac-Candlish Mac-Guffog Mac-Morlan mair Mannering's Matilda maun Merrilies Mervyn's mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle never night observed occasion ower person Pleydell poor Portanferry postilion prisoner recollection replied round ruin scene Scotland seemed Singleside Sir Robert Hazlewood smugglers stranger supposed tell there's thought turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel window woman wood Woodbourne ye'll young Hazlewood young lady younker
Populaire passages
Pagina 104 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Pagina 213 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Pagina 338 - Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
Pagina 75 - His eye-balls farther out than when he lived. Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Pagina 111 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Pagina 186 - Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow, To bless a good man's store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day ; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men ! And use it as ye may.
Pagina 167 - Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, Let all the thunder of the chase pursue. Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge High bound, resistless...
Pagina 49 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Pagina 65 - Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' the bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs!
Pagina 403 - There was a dead silence in the cavern, only interrupted by the low and suppressed moaning of the wounded female, and by the hard breathing of the prisoner. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIFTH.