Waverley Novels ...: Guy ManneringBlack, 1841 |
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... Glossin , writer in - , agent for the Laird of Ellangowan . This honest gentleman had either been refused some favour by the old member , or , what is as probable , he had got all that he had the most distant pretension to ask , and ...
... Glossin , writer in - , agent for the Laird of Ellangowan . This honest gentleman had either been refused some favour by the old member , or , what is as probable , he had got all that he had the most distant pretension to ask , and ...
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... Glossin wants to get rid of the auld Laird , and drive on the sale , for fear the heir - male should cast up upon them ; for I have heard say , if there was an heir - male , they couldna sell the estate for auld Ellangowan's debt ...
... Glossin wants to get rid of the auld Laird , and drive on the sale , for fear the heir - male should cast up upon them ; for I have heard say , if there was an heir - male , they couldna sell the estate for auld Ellangowan's debt ...
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... Glossin , that's risen on the ruin of the best friend he ever had - And now I think on't , I'll slip on my hood and pattens , and gang to Mr Mac - Morlan mysell - he's at hame e'en now - it's hardly a step . " " Do so , my good landlady ...
... Glossin , that's risen on the ruin of the best friend he ever had - And now I think on't , I'll slip on my hood and pattens , and gang to Mr Mac - Morlan mysell - he's at hame e'en now - it's hardly a step . " " Do so , my good landlady ...
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... Glossin's voice ! -if my father sees him , it will kill him outright ! " Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round , and moved with long strides to confront the attorney , as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin . " Avoid ye ...
... Glossin's voice ! -if my father sees him , it will kill him outright ! " Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round , and moved with long strides to confront the attorney , as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin . " Avoid ye ...
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... Glossin- " Look you , sir , " he said , " that you do not know me is of little consequence . I know you ; and , if you do not instantly descend that bank , without uttering a single syllable , by the Heaven that is above us , you shall ...
... Glossin- " Look you , sir , " he said , " that you do not know me is of little consequence . I know you ; and , if you do not instantly descend that bank , without uttering a single syllable , by the Heaven that is above us , you shall ...
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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 gude Guy Mannering hand head heard honour hope 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 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 shew Singleside Sir Robert Hazlewood smugglers stranger suppose tell there's thing thought turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel window woman wood Woodbourne young Hazlewood young lady younker
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Page 161 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Page 87 - 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 32 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 55 - Ride your ways," said the gipsy, " ride your ways, Laird of Ellangowan — ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ! — This day have ye quenched seven smoking hearths — see if the fire in your ain parlour burn the blyther for that. Ye have riven the thack off seven cottar houses — look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster.
Page 278 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Page 92 - 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 245 - I remember the tune well, though I cannot guess what should at present so strongly recall it to my memory." He took his flageolet from his pocket, and played a simple melody. Apparently the tune awoke the corresponding associations of a damsel, who...
Page 55 - 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 life-blood 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
Page 43 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modem instances; And so he plays his part.
Page 204 - Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept ; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses