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... Turpin thanks you for it in person . " said Dick , snatching the whole sum from Paterson's hands , and filling the chief constable . LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY , NEW BURI INGTON STREET . CUMMING , DL BLIN BELL & BRADFUTE , EDINBURGH ...
... Turpin thanks you for it in person . " said Dick , snatching the whole sum from Paterson's hands , and filling the chief constable . LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY , NEW BURI INGTON STREET . CUMMING , DL BLIN BELL & BRADFUTE , EDINBURGH ...
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... DICK TURPIN BOOK IV . THE RIDE TO YORK . XXXIV . THE RENDEZVOUS AT KILBURN 292 XXXV . TOM KING · 303 XXXVI . A SURPRISE 313 XXXVII . THE HUE AND CRY · 317 XXXIX . XXXVIII . THE SHORT PIPE XL . THE YORK STAGE 321 BLACK BESS 326 333 XLI ...
... DICK TURPIN BOOK IV . THE RIDE TO YORK . XXXIV . THE RENDEZVOUS AT KILBURN 292 XXXV . TOM KING · 303 XXXVI . A SURPRISE 313 XXXVII . THE HUE AND CRY · 317 XXXIX . XXXVIII . THE SHORT PIPE XL . THE YORK STAGE 321 BLACK BESS 326 333 XLI ...
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... TURPIN'S FIRST FLING EPHIALTES LA GITANILLA - THE LEGEND OF THE LADY OF ROOKWOOD OATH OF THE CANTING CREW JERRY ... DICK TURPIN THE CHURCH - YARD YEW - 253 256 · 259 261 304 305 · 307 309 310 - 328 - 328 400 ΤΟ MRS . AINSWORTH OF ...
... TURPIN'S FIRST FLING EPHIALTES LA GITANILLA - THE LEGEND OF THE LADY OF ROOKWOOD OATH OF THE CANTING CREW JERRY ... DICK TURPIN THE CHURCH - YARD YEW - 253 256 · 259 261 304 305 · 307 309 310 - 328 - 328 400 ΤΟ MRS . AINSWORTH OF ...
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... Turpin . Upon which , Dick , turning to the keeper , whispered in his ear , Lay him the wager . I'll go your halves . ' He continued this mirthful humour to the last , spending his time in joking , drinking , and telling stories . " O rare ...
... Turpin . Upon which , Dick , turning to the keeper , whispered in his ear , Lay him the wager . I'll go your halves . ' He continued this mirthful humour to the last , spending his time in joking , drinking , and telling stories . " O rare ...
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... Turpin and the bishop's coachman , - Where Dick put a couple of balls in his nob , And perwailed on him to stop ; t with which the immortal Sam Weller delighted his chums , upon a convivial occasion , what time , Turpi ( n ) s in arcanâ ...
... Turpin and the bishop's coachman , - Where Dick put a couple of balls in his nob , And perwailed on him to stop ; t with which the immortal Sam Weller delighted his chums , upon a convivial occasion , what time , Turpi ( n ) s in arcanâ ...
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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 324 - Dauphin. I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs;
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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!
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