The Waverley Novels, Volume 2A. and C. Black, 1870 |
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Page 84
... Hazlewood rides hame half the road wi ' her after sermon , " said one of the gossips in company ; " I wonder how auld Hazlewood likes that . " 66 " I kenna how he may like it now , " answered another of the tea - drinkers ; " but the ...
... Hazlewood rides hame half the road wi ' her after sermon , " said one of the gossips in company ; " I wonder how auld Hazlewood likes that . " 66 " I kenna how he may like it now , " answered another of the tea - drinkers ; " but the ...
Page 102
... Hazlewood , and whispered a word in her ear - then ran down the steep hastily , as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace . " Where's Charles Hazlewood running ? " said the invalid , who apparently was accustomed to his ...
... Hazlewood , and whispered a word in her ear - then ran down the steep hastily , as if not trusting his resolution at a slower pace . " Where's Charles Hazlewood running ? " said the invalid , who apparently was accustomed to his ...
Page 112
... Hazlewood , and that he met his preceptor daily at the house of Mrs. Mac - Candlish , whose proclamation of Sampson's disinterested attachment to the young lady had procured him this indefatigable and bounteous scholar . Mac - Morlan ...
... Hazlewood , and that he met his preceptor daily at the house of Mrs. Mac - Candlish , whose proclamation of Sampson's disinterested attachment to the young lady had procured him this indefatigable and bounteous scholar . Mac - Morlan ...
Page 113
... Hazlewood , in that particular , resembleth me , Mr. Mac- Morlan . When I begin to speak of her I never know when to stop and , as I say ( jocularly ) , she cheats us out of half our lessons . " " O ho ! " thought Mac - Morlan ; " sits ...
... Hazlewood , in that particular , resembleth me , Mr. Mac- Morlan . When I begin to speak of her I never know when to stop and , as I say ( jocularly ) , she cheats us out of half our lessons . " " O ho ! " thought Mac - Morlan ; " sits ...
Page 114
... Hazlewood's studies must be so inconvenient to his pupil , that , while that engage- ment lasted , he had better consent to a temporary separation , and reside either with his scholar , or as near him as might be . Sampson refused , as ...
... Hazlewood's studies must be so inconvenient to his pupil , that , while that engage- ment lasted , he had better consent to a temporary separation , and reside either with his scholar , or as near him as might be . Sampson refused , as ...
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Allonby answered appearance Astrologer auld Aweel bairn better called Captain castle character Charles Hazlewood circumstances Colonel Mannering counsellor Dandie dear Derncleugh deyvil Dinmont Dirk Hatteraick Dominie Sampson door Ellangowan eyes father favour fear feelings fellow frae Frank Kennedy gentleman gipsy Glossin Guy Mannering hand head heard honour horse Julia justice justice of peace Kennedy Kippletringan Laird Liddesdale light look Lucy Bertram lugger Mac-Candlish Mac-Guffog Mac-Morlan mair Mannering's Matilda maun Merrilies Mervyn's mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle never night observed occasion ower person Pleydell poor Portanferry postilion prisoner recollection replied round ruin scene Scotland seemed Singleside Sir Robert Hazlewood smugglers stranger supposed tell there's thought turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel window woman wood Woodbourne ye'll young Hazlewood young lady younker
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Page 104 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Page 213 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Page 338 - Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
Page 75 - His eye-balls farther out than when he lived. Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 111 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 186 - Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow, To bless a good man's store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day ; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men ! And use it as ye may.
Page 167 - Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, Let all the thunder of the chase pursue. Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge High bound, resistless...
Page 49 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 65 - Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' the bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs!
Page 403 - There was a dead silence in the cavern, only interrupted by the low and suppressed moaning of the wounded female, and by the hard breathing of the prisoner. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIFTH.