Hamley, E.B. Shakespeare's Funeral. Lockhart, L.W.M. a Night with the Volunteers of Strathkinahan. the Philosopher's Baby. Oliphant, M.O.W. the Secret Chamber

Hamley, E.B. Shakespeare's Funeral. Lockhart, L.W.M. a Night with the Volunteers of Strathkinahan. the Philosopher's Baby. Oliphant, M.O.W. the Secret Chamber

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... and made her lzilty." " Ah! how was that?" said the doctor. "Well, Lauchy be always makin' his tamned ugly traffics into my house, and always ooortin' and (-ourtin' my servalit lass foI' drams and lJI'o66, and kissin' and trash. I be flndin' him pretty seldom oot 0' the house, and quarrelled him. 'Mister Lauchy, ' says I, 'be greatleo kind. and l.&I. X get trams and brose and servant lasses for yoursel', and don't be bringing yourself into my kitchings twice again, you nasty trooper!' says I, 'or maybe there'll be a little more said.' Ferry well, two days afterhin, I be going into my own kitchings to crack wi' Shennet, my own servant lass--shess, sir, my own servant Shennet--and there is my pretty shentleman Lauchy again, wi' a dram in his mooth and a big fishes beside him, coortin' and quarrellin' at Shennet to kettle the fishes for him. 'You plackgard!' says I, 'you vagabones! you are into here again l' ' Plackgard your nanesell, Glenschnorruk, ' says he, giving me his peastly tongue. 'Where have you been, you sloightear!' says I. 'To the hills and to the sheeps, ' says he. 'Did you find that big sawmonts on to the hills among the sheeps?' says I. 'I met her there, ' says he. 'Ach! you tamned breugadair!' says I; 'I will teach you to come coortin' at Shennet, you teefl you poacherl and to set fire to the wather against the law. Come to Donald, come to the Shir-ra's man, and get your fishes kettled.' So I handed him and his fishes to the lock-up, and kettled him, and it was 'Good-bye, Mr Lauchy; ye've saved Glenschnomrk six months' wage, ' which he was awed." I "And where is he now?" I inquired. " The tevil...show more

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  • Paperback | 42 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236920430
  • 9781236920430