 | Charles Townsend Copeland - 1926 - Liczba stron: 1744
...and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the large arch of the South Bridge, is a huge t grey, brindled ; as big as a little Highland bull, and has the Shakesperian dewlaps shaking as he goes.... | |
 | 1907 - Liczba stron: 1052
...and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway,...if with his hands in his pockets : he is old, gray, and brindled, as big as a little Highland bull, and has the Shakespearean dewlaps shaking as he goes.... | |
 | Richard Gordon - 2002 - Liczba stron: 448
...and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the large arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway, as if with his hands in his pockets: he is old, grey, brindled; as big as a little Highland bull, and has the Shakespearian dewlaps shaking as he goes.... | |
 | John Brown - 2005 - Liczba stron: 209
...and I, and our small men, panting behind, There under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway,...shaking as he goes. The Chicken makes straight at hirn, and fastens on his throat. To our astonishment, the great creature does nothing but stand still,... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1874 - Liczba stron: 220
...and I, and our small men. panting behind. There, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway,...if with his hands in his pockets : he is old, gray, and brindled, as big as a little Highland ball, and has the Shakespearian dewlaps shaking as he goes.... | |
 | Alfred Harris Body - 1940 - Liczba stron: 186
...bed-delicious hours of night. HAROLD MONRO rr-iHERE, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is JL a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway, as if with his hands in his pockets ; he is old, grey, brindled, as big as a little Highland bull, and has the Shakespearean dewlaps shaking as he goes.... | |
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... makes a brief sort of amende, and is off. The boys, with Bob and me at their head, are after him: down Niddry Street he goes bent on mischief; up the Cowgate like an arrow, — Bob and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the single... 
