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... leaving the disposition of my characters , and the solution of my mysteries , entirely to chance . While framing one chapter , I thought as little of the events of its successor , as Sterne , during their concoction , dreamed of * I ...
... leaving the disposition of my characters , and the solution of my mysteries , entirely to chance . While framing one chapter , I thought as little of the events of its successor , as Sterne , during their concoction , dreamed of * I ...
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... leaves with unwonted ease , and with unwonted celerity . So thoroughly did I identify myself with the flying highway- man , that , once started , I found it impossible to halt . Animated by kindred enthusiasm , I cleared every obstacle ...
... leaves with unwonted ease , and with unwonted celerity . So thoroughly did I identify myself with the flying highway- man , that , once started , I found it impossible to halt . Animated by kindred enthusiasm , I cleared every obstacle ...
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... leave of this subject . I have no more " fa- bles de Turpin , " as Panurge hath it , to recount . I dismiss * Mr. Tom , of Truro , who , under the name of Sir William Courtenay , made himself so conspicuous a few years since in this ...
... leave of this subject . I have no more " fa- bles de Turpin , " as Panurge hath it , to recount . I dismiss * Mr. Tom , of Truro , who , under the name of Sir William Courtenay , made himself so conspicuous a few years since in this ...
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... leaves are stirred , and there is heard a low and plaintive cry ; And when in shrieks the storm blast speaks its reverend boughs among , Sad wailing moans , like human groans , the concert harsh prolong . IV . But whether gale , or calm ...
... leaves are stirred , and there is heard a low and plaintive cry ; And when in shrieks the storm blast speaks its reverend boughs among , Sad wailing moans , like human groans , the concert harsh prolong . IV . But whether gale , or calm ...
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... leaves were green and unwithered ; the sap still oozed from the splintered wood ; and there was neither trace of knife nor hatchet on the bark . I looked up among the boughs to mark the spot from whence it had been torn by the hand of ...
... leaves were green and unwithered ; the sap still oozed from the splintered wood ; and there was neither trace of knife nor hatchet on the bark . I looked up among the boughs to mark the spot from whence it had been torn by the hand of ...
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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 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 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