BeaujeuJ. Murray, 1905 - 333 pages |
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Page 31
... Dane to the one swearing tipstaff who jerks the bridle . Death and hell ! Have a care ! " and drives his spur into the tipstaff's steed . That also begins a dance , and the two slipping , bumping , staggering on the wet wood , launch Mr ...
... Dane to the one swearing tipstaff who jerks the bridle . Death and hell ! Have a care ! " and drives his spur into the tipstaff's steed . That also begins a dance , and the two slipping , bumping , staggering on the wet wood , launch Mr ...
Page 34
... Dane turned , made a sign for silence , and glowered upon Mr Smithers . " You have searched once , fellow . " " And fine and naughty treasonous writings we did find laid by , stick me . Now , Mr Jack Presbyter , your rogue of a son be ...
... Dane turned , made a sign for silence , and glowered upon Mr Smithers . " You have searched once , fellow . " " And fine and naughty treasonous writings we did find laid by , stick me . Now , Mr Jack Presbyter , your rogue of a son be ...
Page 46
... Dane- 99 " What a name of horror ! " says monsieur . 66 Begad , mossoo , he was as horrid as his name . Had a conventicle in his stable and preached to his servants , the ranting , canting Jack Presbyter ! " " But your eloquence ...
... Dane- 99 " What a name of horror ! " says monsieur . 66 Begad , mossoo , he was as horrid as his name . Had a conventicle in his stable and preached to his servants , the ranting , canting Jack Presbyter ! " " But your eloquence ...
Page 63
... Jack Dane cried to his father . " Did you betray my uncle ? " " I did my duty to my King , " said Sir Matthew , not without a snuffle . " I would to God , my dear boy , this grievous burden had fallen on another . " His son flung away ...
... Jack Dane cried to his father . " Did you betray my uncle ? " " I did my duty to my King , " said Sir Matthew , not without a snuffle . " I would to God , my dear boy , this grievous burden had fallen on another . " His son flung away ...
Page 65
... Jack Dane laughed : 66 Is there more to say than a good - bye , sir ? " Sir Matthew licked his lips . Dear lad , you apprehend the matter amiss --- nay , consider . My brother harboured rebels , rebels , Jack -—— ” " Poor hunted devils ...
... Jack Dane laughed : 66 Is there more to say than a good - bye , sir ? " Sir Matthew licked his lips . Dear lad , you apprehend the matter amiss --- nay , consider . My brother harboured rebels , rebels , Jack -—— ” " Poor hunted devils ...
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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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