BeaujeuJ. Murray, 1905 - 333 pages |
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Page 46
... Begad , you called me Whig , " says Mr Zouch . " Now , mossoo , and you , sir , be you judges- 99 " Aha ; it is a point of honour ? Good ! I love them . " M. de Beaujeu kissed his hands to points of honour . " You must know , mossoo ...
... Begad , you called me Whig , " says Mr Zouch . " Now , mossoo , and you , sir , be you judges- 99 " Aha ; it is a point of honour ? Good ! I love them . " M. de Beaujeu kissed his hands to points of honour . " You must know , mossoo ...
Page 48
... Begad , so it is , " quoth Sir Richard with fervour . " But continue , monsieur , " cried M. de Beaujeu sharply . " Ods blood , mossoo , I am done . I say for brother to hang brother for the sake of his acres is a damnable dirty trick ...
... Begad , so it is , " quoth Sir Richard with fervour . " But continue , monsieur , " cried M. de Beaujeu sharply . " Ods blood , mossoo , I am done . I say for brother to hang brother for the sake of his acres is a damnable dirty trick ...
Page 49
... it . Oons , mossoo , we be your debtors . This is better than sticking each other , what , Ned ? Curse me , I would have hated to stick ye . " 66 66 D 66 Begad , so would I. Mossoo— " " " A FRENCHMAN DRINKS OCTOBER 49.
... it . Oons , mossoo , we be your debtors . This is better than sticking each other , what , Ned ? Curse me , I would have hated to stick ye . " 66 66 D 66 Begad , so would I. Mossoo— " " " A FRENCHMAN DRINKS OCTOBER 49.
Page 50
Henry Christopher Bailey. 66 Begad , so would I. Mossoo— " " " Messieurs , the pleasure is mine , quite mine . " M. de Beaujeu made them a bow of such magnificence that the two honest squires were abashed and shuffled . They begged him ...
Henry Christopher Bailey. 66 Begad , so would I. Mossoo— " " " Messieurs , the pleasure is mine , quite mine . " M. de Beaujeu made them a bow of such magnificence that the two honest squires were abashed and shuffled . They begged him ...
Page 51
... Begad , no Begad , no more do I. Where the Castle keep towered above them in the gloom they halted , and Beaujeu sprang down and thundered on a door in the wall . Mr Healy knotted three bridles to a spike . A red face appeared at a ...
... Begad , no Begad , no more do I. Where the Castle keep towered above them in the gloom they halted , and Beaujeu sprang down and thundered on a door in the wall . Mr Healy knotted three bridles to a spike . A red face appeared at a ...
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66 Begad Beaujeu bowed Beaujeu laughed Beaujeu smiled Beaujeu turned Bentinck Bien bullies Captain Hagan caught cheeks child chuckled coach cousin cried Jack curtsey damme dare dark dear Delila devil door Dr Garth drew eyes face Faith fell flung flushed fool gasped gazed gentleman girl grinned growled hand hanging head Healy's heard honour Hooknose horse Huguenot Jack Dane kissed knave Lady d'Abernon Lady Sunderland Laleham Large Crown 8vo lips looked Lord Halifax Lord Sherborne Lord Sunderland lord's Lyndaraxa ma'am mademoiselle Majesty Mistress Charlbury Mistress Leigh monsieur mossoo murmured muttered never nodded O'Gorman pale Papist pardon Pray Prince of Orange rogue Rose round says Beaujeu says Mr Healy says Mr Wharton Sherborne's shrugged his shoulders Sir Matthew Smithers sneer stared Sure sword tell tipstaffs town twas Vallorbes vastly voice wait wench Whig Zounds
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