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Pagina 86
... postilion . " No , they canna come at no rate , the Laird's sae ill . " " But God help them ! " said the landlady , " the morn's the term - the very last day they can bide in the house — a ' thing's to be roupit . " 66 Weel , but they ...
... postilion . " No , they canna come at no rate , the Laird's sae ill . " " But God help them ! " said the landlady , " the morn's the term - the very last day they can bide in the house — a ' thing's to be roupit . " 66 Weel , but they ...
Pagina 88
... country ever saw mair o ' him . " " Now , that will not pass , " said the postilion , who , at a respectful distance , was listening to the conversation , " begging Mr. Skreigh's and the company's pardon , -there was no 88 WAVERLEY NOVELS .
... country ever saw mair o ' him . " " Now , that will not pass , " said the postilion , who , at a respectful distance , was listening to the conversation , " begging Mr. Skreigh's and the company's pardon , -there was no 88 WAVERLEY NOVELS .
Pagina 89
... postilion . " He's but a dumb dog that , " observed the Deacon ; " I have heard that he never could preach five words of a sermon end- lang , for as lang as he has been licensed . " 66 ' Weel , but , " said the precentor , waving his ...
... postilion . " He's but a dumb dog that , " observed the Deacon ; " I have heard that he never could preach five words of a sermon end- lang , for as lang as he has been licensed . " 66 ' Weel , but , " said the precentor , waving his ...
Pagina 90
... postilion , " it might be sae — I canna say against it , for I was not in the country at the time ; but John Wilson was a blustering kind of chield , without the heart of a sprug . " " And what was the end of all this ! " said the ...
... postilion , " it might be sae — I canna say against it , for I was not in the country at the time ; but John Wilson was a blustering kind of chield , without the heart of a sprug . " " And what was the end of all this ! " said the ...
Pagina 104
... postilion , who had come up in time to hear what passed , said aloud , " If he had stuck by the way , I would have lent him a heezie , the dirty scoundrel , as willingly as ever I pitched a boddle . ” He then stepped forward to announce ...
... postilion , who had come up in time to hear what passed , said aloud , " If he had stuck by the way , I would have lent him a heezie , the dirty scoundrel , as willingly as ever I pitched a boddle . ” He then stepped forward to announce ...
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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.