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... thou canst hear the cry of thy most wretched son , yearning to avenge thee - an- swer me , if thou hast the power . Let me have some token of the truth or falsity of these wild suppositions , that I may wrestle against this demon . But ...
... thou canst hear the cry of thy most wretched son , yearning to avenge thee - an- swer me , if thou hast the power . Let me have some token of the truth or falsity of these wild suppositions , that I may wrestle against this demon . But ...
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... thou ? " " I see something shine . Hold it nigher the light . Ha ! that is strange , truly . How came that ring there ? " " Ask of Sir Piers ! ask of her husband ! " shouted Luke , with a wild burst of exulting laughter . " Ha ! ha ha ...
... thou ? " " I see something shine . Hold it nigher the light . Ha ! that is strange , truly . How came that ring there ? " " Ask of Sir Piers ! ask of her husband ! " shouted Luke , with a wild burst of exulting laughter . " Ha ! ha ha ...
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... thou any stirring ? Ralph . I heard one speak here , hard by , in the hollow . Peace ! master , speak low . Nouns ! if I do not hear a bow go off , and the buck bray , I never heard deer in my life . Bri . Stand , or I'll shoot . Sir ...
... thou any stirring ? Ralph . I heard one speak here , hard by , in the hollow . Peace ! master , speak low . Nouns ! if I do not hear a bow go off , and the buck bray , I never heard deer in my life . Bri . Stand , or I'll shoot . Sir ...
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... - lease himself became desperate . 66 “ No , ” answered Luke , flinging the uplifted knife into the brook . " I will not do that , though thou hast twice aimed at my life to - night . But I will silence 28 ROOKWOOD .
... - lease himself became desperate . 66 “ No , ” answered Luke , flinging the uplifted knife into the brook . " I will not do that , though thou hast twice aimed at my life to - night . But I will silence 28 ROOKWOOD .
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... keeping the prisoner here , that's all moonshine . But I suppose we shall know the whole drift of it to - morrow . " " Ay , " replied Jack , with a meaning smile , " to - mor- row ! " 105 BOOK II . THE SEXTON . Duchess . Thou 104 ROOKWOOD .
... keeping the prisoner here , that's all moonshine . But I suppose we shall know the whole drift of it to - morrow . " " Ay , " replied Jack , with a meaning smile , " to - mor- row ! " 105 BOOK II . THE SEXTON . Duchess . Thou 104 ROOKWOOD .
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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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