 And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks, streaming down over his laced buff-coat, and his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from...  Redgauntlet - Side 128af Walter Scott - 1855Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | George Gilfillan - 1869 - 332 sider
...his . left hand always on his right spule blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made. He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang again. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from time to time, and their laugh passed into such... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1871 - 480 sider
...laughed, that the room rang. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from time to time ; and their laugh passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's...nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. * Note C. The Persecutors. They that waited at the table were just the wicked servingmen and troopers,... | |
 | 1875 - 930 sider
...his left hand always on his right spuk-- blade, to hide the wound that the silvei bullet had made. He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang.' Turn to the novel, and read the whole scene. There is nothing in the Odyssean Tartarus to equal it.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1877 - 748 sider
...and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...a melancholy, haughty countenance ; while the rest halloed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1878 - 466 sider
...his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...fearfully contorted from time to time ; and their laugh passed into such wild sounds as made my gudesire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow... | |
 | 1876 - 462 sider
...and his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made. He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the. room rang." Turn to the novel, and read the whole scene. There is nothing in the Odyssean Tartarus to equal it.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1879 - 664 sider
...his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. Tkey that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, that had done their work... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1879 - 386 sider
...his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...were fearfully contorted from time to time; and their laugh passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow... | |
 | 1882 - 520 sider
...and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made. He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...laughter passed into such wild sounds, as made my gude sire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes." In that scene Scott seems to... | |
 | 1882 - 612 sider
...and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made. He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with...laughter passed into such wild sounds, as made my gude sire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes." In that scene Scott seems to... | |
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