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Rookwood [by W.H. Ainsworth]. Revised. by W.H. Ainsworth
William Harrison Ainsworth
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added answered appearance approach arms asked Barbara beauty Bess better blood body Bradley brother called Coates continued cried dark dead death deep devil Dick Dick Turpin door doubt Eleanor exclaimed eyes face father fear feel fell figure followed gipsy give glance ground hall hand head hear heard heart highwayman hold honour hope horse hour instant Jack keep Lady Rookwood laughed leave light live look Luke Major matter mean mother Mowbray nature never night once Palmer passed person Peter pistol poor present priest raised Ranulph Reginald remained replied rest returned road rushed scarcely seemed seen sexton side Sir Luke Sir Piers Small sound speak stand stood sure Sybil tell thing thou thought Titus tone took tree turned Turpin voice wild
Page 150 - have a snap at you, at all hazards," cried Coates, springing suddenly towards him. " And I at you," said Turpin, discharging his pistol right in the face of the rash attorney — " there's a quittance in full." BOOK III. THE GIPSY. Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear, From my hour
Page 324 - Dauphin. I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs;
Page 324 - the earth sings when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Page 233 - Well, go thy ways, old Nick Machiavel, there will never be the peer of thee for wholesome policy and good counsel: thou took'st pains to chalk men out the dark paths and hidden plots of murther and deceit, and no man has the grace to follow
Page 117 - that a stone with a hole in it hung at the bed's head will prevent the Night-Mare ; and is therefore called a hag-stone " The belief in this charm still lingers in some districts, and maintains, like the
Page 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
Page 324 - cheval volant, the Pegasus qui a les narines defeu ! When I bestride him I soar. I am a hawk : the earth sings when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Page 305 - prompt to charge or caress, Now is she not beautiful ? — bonny Black Bess ! V. Over highway and byeway, in rough and smooth weather, Some thousands of miles have we journeyed together; Our couch the same straw, and our meal the same mess, No couple more constant than I and Black Bess!