Waverley, Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since

Waverley, Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since

  • By:Sir Walter Scott
  • ISBN:1150198249
  • Publication Type: General Books LLC
  • Category: English Literature
  • Condition:Good
  • No Of Pages:432
  • Specification:hb original edition 1900 james nisbet and co
  • Release Date:1st Jan 2009
  • Price:Rs 500.00
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  • Rs500.00

    hb original edition 1900 james nisbet and co

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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1837 Original Publisher: W. Paterson Subjects: Fiction / Classics Fiction / Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction / Romance / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER V. INVESTIGATION OF THE DVENTUIE OF THE HUNTING -- A DISCOVERY -- Giiegory's Manhood -- Fate Of Gaston St Clere -- r. ONCLUSION. So soon as they arrived at the princely mansion of Boteler, the Lady Emma craved permission to retire to her chamber, that she might compose her spirits after the terror she had undergone. Henry St Gere, in a few words, proceeded to explain the adventure to the curious audience. "I had no sooner seen my sister's palfrey, in spite of her endeavours to the contrary, entering with spirit into the chase set on foot hy the worshipful Gregory, than I rode after to give her assistance. So long was the chase, that when the greyhounds pulled down the knobbler, we were out of hearing of your bugles; and having rewarded and coupled the dogs, I gave them to be led by the jester, and we wandered in quest of our company, v; hom it would seem the sport had led in a different direction. At length, passing through the thicket where you found us, I was surprised by a cross-bow bolt whizzing past mine head. I drew my sword, and rushed into the thicket, but was instantly assailed by two ruffians, while other two made towards my sister and Gregory. The poor knave fled, crying for help, pursued by my false kinsman, now your prisoner; and the designs of the other on my poor Emmamur- derous no doubt) were prevented by the sudden apparition of a brave woodsman, who, after a short encounter, stre...

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