When Rogues Fall Out: A Romance of Old LondonLippincott, 1899 - 319 стор. |
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When Rogues Fall Out: A Romance of Old London (Classic Reprint) Joseph Hatton Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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ain't apprentice arms asked bars bench Bill Horton Blue Blueskin called chuckle City Marshal coach covey cracksmen Cross Shovels dear devil Dolly door Edgeworth Bess Ellaline Wood Eric Beryl Eric's escape exclaimed eyes face father Ferrish fool gentleman Grunstein hand hang heart Hichen highwayman Hockley Hockley-in-the-Hole honest honour Jack Sheppard Jack's Jonathan Wild Joseph Blake keeper Lady Waller laugh Leicester Fields lock looked Mary Jane Master Beryl Master Blake Master Jonathan Master Longden Master Quilt Master Sheppard Master Wild Mistress Cooke murder never Newgate night Old Bailey once Owen Wood packet pistol prison Quilt Arnold replied Reynolds road Roundhouse secret shouted Sir Patrick Brent sloop smile sword there's thief thieves thought Tom Reynolds took traveller trust turned Tyburn villain voice Wild's Winch window woman Wood's word Wych Street young
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Сторінка 268 - All you that in the eondemn'd hold do lie. Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die ; Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near, That you before the Almighty must appear : Examine well yourselves, in time repent, That you may not to eternal flames be sent." And when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls. The Lord above have mercy on your souls ! Past twelve o'clock...
Сторінка 243 - ... in Mayfair he took an opportunity of carrying off a sum of money, a quantity of plate, some gold rings and four suits of clothes. Not long after this Edgworth Bess was apprehended and lodged in the roundhouse of the parish of St Giles's, where Sheppard went to visit her, and the beadle...
Сторінка 139 - ANSWER. — I, Hannah Hyfield, of Newgate Market, hearing of the resoluteness of Elizabeth Wilkinson, will not fail, God willing, to give her more blows than words, desiring home blows, and from her no favour...
Сторінка 155 - In the evening two women of his acquaintance coming to see him, he broke off the spike; and thrusting his head and shoulders through the space, the women pulled him down, and so he made his escape undiscovered, though some of the keepers were at the same time drinking at the farther end of the lodge.
Сторінка 18 - I only came to serve you, and if you think otherwise, I must let you know that you are mistaken. I have told you that, some goods being offered to pawn by a suspected person, the broker had the honesty to stop them; and therefore, sir, if you question me about thieves, I have nothing to say to you but that I can give a good account of myself: my name is Wild, and I live in Cock Alley, by Cripplegate, where you may find me any day in the week; and so, sir, your humble servant.
Сторінка 302 - This with my kind love to you, and pray give my kind love to Mr. Wagstaff, hoping these few lines will find you in good health, as I am at present ; but I must own you are the loser for want of my dying speech : but to make up your loss, if you think this sheet worth your while, pray make the best of it.
Сторінка 243 - ... an opportunity of carrying off a sum of money, a quantity of plate, some gold rings, and four suits of clothes. Not long after this Edgworth Bess was apprehended, and lodged in the round-house of the parish of St. Giles's, where Sheppard went to visit her, and the beadle refusing to admit him, he knocked him down, broke open the door, and carried her off in triumph ; an exploit which acquired him a high degree of credit with the women of abandoned character.
Сторінка 73 - I've heard say, Was a famous merchant of capers gay. Nix my dolly, pals, fake away...
Сторінка 303 - Wagstaff, hoping these few lines will find you in good health, as I am at present ; but I must own you are the loser for want of my dying speech : but to make up your loss, if you think this sheet worth your while, pray make the best of it. Though they do say, that I am taken among the smugglers, and put into Dover Castle, yet I hope I am among smugglers still.
Сторінка 70 - In a box of the Stone Jug I was born, Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away.