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... 128 XVIII . THE CAPTIVE 133 XIX . THE APPARITION 140 BOOK III . THE GIPSY . XX . A MORNING RIDE 15 XXI . A GIPSY ENCAMPMENT 161 XXII . SYBIL 177 XXIII . BARBARA LOVEL 186 Page CHAP . XXIV . XXV . THE INAUGURATION 195 A 3.
... 128 XVIII . THE CAPTIVE 133 XIX . THE APPARITION 140 BOOK III . THE GIPSY . XX . A MORNING RIDE 15 XXI . A GIPSY ENCAMPMENT 161 XXII . SYBIL 177 XXIII . BARBARA LOVEL 186 Page CHAP . XXIV . XXV . THE INAUGURATION 195 A 3.
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... Barbara Lovel , the Gipsy - Queen . " 66 My foster - mother ! " exclaimed Luke , in a tone of extreme astonishment . 66 ' Ay , " replied Peter , " from her you may learn all particu- lars . You have now seen what remains of your mother ...
... Barbara Lovel , the Gipsy - Queen . " 66 My foster - mother ! " exclaimed Luke , in a tone of extreme astonishment . 66 ' Ay , " replied Peter , " from her you may learn all particu- lars . You have now seen what remains of your mother ...
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... Barbara Lovel , and that night ? " " In heaven's name , hush ! " replied Agnes , with a shudder . " Let that be fresh in your memory . Move not a footstep , whatever you may hear , " added he , in the same tone as before . " I will not ...
... Barbara Lovel , and that night ? " " In heaven's name , hush ! " replied Agnes , with a shudder . " Let that be fresh in your memory . Move not a footstep , whatever you may hear , " added he , in the same tone as before . " I will not ...
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... Barbara Lovel held queenly sway ) , made it their haunt , and were suffered , by the authorities of the neighbourhood , to re- main unmolested a lenient piece of policy , which , in our infinite regard for the weal of the tawny tribe ...
... Barbara Lovel held queenly sway ) , made it their haunt , and were suffered , by the authorities of the neighbourhood , to re- main unmolested a lenient piece of policy , which , in our infinite regard for the weal of the tawny tribe ...
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... Barbara Lovel , " said Peter , with a sneer of triumph . " Ha ! " " Heed him not , " exclaimed Luke , as Sybil recoiled at this intelligence . " I am yours . " " Not mine ! not mine ! " shrieked she ; " but oh ! not hers ! " . " Whither ...
... Barbara Lovel , " said Peter , with a sneer of triumph . " Ha ! " " Heed him not , " exclaimed Luke , as Sybil recoiled at this intelligence . " I am yours . " " Not mine ! not mine ! " shrieked she ; " but oh ! not hers ! " . " Whither ...
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Alan Rookwood amongst answered appearance asked Barbara beauty behold Black Bess blood brother canting crew Carrion Crow Checkley coffin countenance cried Luke curse dark Davenham dead devil Dick Turpin door ears echoed Eleanor Mowbray exclaimed eyes father fear followed gazed gentleman gibbet gipsy glance ground hall hand Handassah hath head hear heard heart highwayman honour horse instant Jack Palmer Jerry knight of Malta Lady Rookwood ladyship laugh look Luke Bradley Luke's Major Mowbray mare mother never night once Paterson patrico Peter Bradley pistol priest Ranulph Rookwood Rapparees REDMOND O'HANLON replied Coates replied Luke replied Ranulph returned road Rook rushed scarcely sexton shouted silence Sir Luke Rookwood Sir Piers's Sir Ranulph Sir Reginald smile song soul steed stood stream Sybil tell thee thing thou thought Titus Toft Tom King tone tree Tyrconnel vault voice whisper word Zoroaster
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Strona 150 - have a snap at you, at all hazards," cried Coates, springing suddenly towards him. " And I at you," said Turpin, discharging his pistol right in the face of the rash attorney — " there's a quittance in full." BOOK III. THE GIPSY. Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear, From my hour
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Strona 233 - Well, go thy ways, old Nick Machiavel, there will never be the peer of thee for wholesome policy and good counsel: thou took'st pains to chalk men out the dark paths and hidden plots of murther and deceit, and no man has the grace to follow
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Strona 323 - on right and left, how fast, Each forest, grove, and bower; On right and left, fled past, how fast, Each city, town, and tower. CHAPTER XXXIX. BLACK
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Strona 305 - prompt to charge or caress, Now is she not beautiful ? — bonny Black Bess ! V. Over highway and byeway, in rough and smooth weather, Some thousands of miles have we journeyed together; Our couch the same straw, and our meal the same mess, No couple more constant than I and Black Bess!
Strona 84 - husband Now he owes nature nothing. Man. And look upon this creature as his wife. Is dead. Vit. Cor. Oh, he's a happy husband ! She comes not like a widow — she comes armed With scorn and impudence. Is this a mourning habit