Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson

grapple at his throat he must aye be trailing in the rain on the lang roads; and when he gants his last ...

anxieties, before we heard the grinding of oars upon the rowing-pins. At that, we looked out and saw the l ...

“It is a very fine lass,” he said at last. “David, it is a very fine lass.” And a matter of an ho ...

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CHAPTER XXVII I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR he next day it was agreed that Alan should fend for himself till ...

upon the street or out of windows, and nudging or speaking one to another with smiles, I began to take a ...

and documents. Here he sate down, and bade me be seated; though I thought he looked a little ruefully f ...

rights on the estate of Shaws.” He got a paper book out of a drawer and set it before him open. “Well?” said ...

are now at August the 24th. Here is a considerable hiatus, Mr. Balfour, of near upon two months. It has alr ...

trusted.” Indeed he was more pedantic than I can represent him, and placed more scraps of Latin in his ...

I came to that part of my tale, I gave the name of “Mr. Jameson, a Highland chief.” It was tru ...

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CHAPTER XXVIII I GO IN QUEST OF MY INHERITANCE made what change I could in my appearance; and blithe was ...

admired and the beloved, and the spoiled one, made, no doubt, mighty certain of the victory; and when he ...

that he is old; and the latter end of all these pretty manners and fine feelings you have seen for your ...

But it was clear my plan had taken hold upon his fancy, for he kept musing to himself till we were c ...

and the poor souls that had gone down with the brig in her last plunge. All these, and the brig ...

you that I am little better than blind, and that you must not be surprised if I pass you by to-morrow.” ...

Night was quite come when we came in view of the house of Shaws. Ten had been gone some time; ...

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