Mattie and the HighwaymenBlacknBlue Press UK, 2003 - 258ÆäÀÌÁö In the 1840s most highwaymen are hanging up their riding boots and putting away their pistols. But there is just time for one last gang of misfit ruffians to attack nervous travellers as they pass through Harewood forest in Hampshire And so it is that |
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... Lives of the Poor 103 11 The Workhouse 114 12 Nobbut Hard Work 122 13 Skisin ' Off 135 14 Ancient History 146 15 Tricksy Little Game 155 16 Final Meal 161 17 Lump & Emmet Hump 171 18 A Strange Homecoming 181 19 Hard Decisions 191 20 ...
... Lives of the Poor 103 11 The Workhouse 114 12 Nobbut Hard Work 122 13 Skisin ' Off 135 14 Ancient History 146 15 Tricksy Little Game 155 16 Final Meal 161 17 Lump & Emmet Hump 171 18 A Strange Homecoming 181 19 Hard Decisions 191 20 ...
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... live thing moving of its own will . Dicker looked up at her along the barrel and spoke quietly . ' The only thing that stops me from putting a bul- let through the both of you is the thought that you may be worth more to us alive than ...
... live thing moving of its own will . Dicker looked up at her along the barrel and spoke quietly . ' The only thing that stops me from putting a bul- let through the both of you is the thought that you may be worth more to us alive than ...
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... lives . ' He put the pistol away and turned to Mattie . He chucked her under the chin . ' What about your folks , then , littl'un ? How rich be they ? ' Mattie had recovered her courage once more and re- garded him coolly . ' If you ...
... lives . ' He put the pistol away and turned to Mattie . He chucked her under the chin . ' What about your folks , then , littl'un ? How rich be they ? ' Mattie had recovered her courage once more and re- garded him coolly . ' If you ...
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... live on the streets . Was a blessin ' she didn't live long . Consumption carried her off the first winter - it did for a fair few of ' em in the workhouse , that year . They worked ' em hard and scarce gave ' em enough to eat . And they ...
... live on the streets . Was a blessin ' she didn't live long . Consumption carried her off the first winter - it did for a fair few of ' em in the workhouse , that year . They worked ' em hard and scarce gave ' em enough to eat . And they ...
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... lives . We's worms to your sort , Miss , an ' beggin ' your pardon - your sort is birds . ' Lizzie finished her sen- tence at high speed and stood before Mattie with her thin , dirty fingers twisted together . She was gasping a little ...
... lives . We's worms to your sort , Miss , an ' beggin ' your pardon - your sort is birds . ' Lizzie finished her sen- tence at high speed and stood before Mattie with her thin , dirty fingers twisted together . She was gasping a little ...
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Some Argufyin | 55 |
Plots and Proverbs | 68 |
Rafty Lessons | 75 |
Skisin Off | 135 |
Ancient History | 146 |
Tricksy Little Game | 155 |
Final Meal | 161 |
Lump Emmet Hump | 171 |
A Strange Homecoming | 181 |
Hard Decisions | 191 |
Revelations | 208 |
The Danger of a Little Gold | 83 |
The Lives of the Poor | 103 |
The Workhouse | 114 |
Nobbut Hard Work | 122 |
A Longawaited Bonfire | 223 |
Historical comment | 228 |
Hampshire dialect | 229 |
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102 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: (5) Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee...
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... we are weary, And we cannot run or leap. If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them, and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping; We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow; For all day long we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me, Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas the truth in her eye ever dawning, That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. 2. The cool shades of ev'ning their mantle were spreading. And Mary all smiling was list'ning to me, The moon thro...
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head and to treat serious matters with sincerity and courtesy!
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have been necessitated to) made bold with a rich bumpkin, or a lying lawyer, whose full-fed fees from the rich farmer doth too much impoverish the poor cottage-keeper.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mattie tells me you are a kind and brave child, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance.' He held out his hand and she shook it vigorously. Mattie explained who Lucid was. 'Crumbs!
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do not mind what you do, so long as you do not bother me with unnecessary expressions of gratitude!