The Adventures of Sir Launcelot Greaves by Tobias George Smollett
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he saw the lovely Aurelia on the brink of being precipitated among rocks,
where her delicate limbs must be mangled and tore asunder; when he perceived, that, before he could ride round by the gate, the tragedy would be finished. The fence was so thick and high, flanked with a broad ditch on the outside, that he could not hope to clear it, although he was mounted on Scipio, bred out of Miss Cowslip, the sire Muley, and his grandsire the famous Arabian Mustapha.--Scipio was bred by my father, who would not have taken a hundred guineas for him, from any other person but the young squire--indeed, I have heard my poor father say"---- By this time Ferret's impatience was become so outrageous, that he exclaimed in a furious tone, "D--n your father, and his horse, and his colt into the bargain!" Tom made no reply; but began to strip with great expedition. Captain Crowe was so choked with passion that he could utter nothing but disjointed sentences. He rose from his seat, brandished his horsewhip, and, seizing his nephew by the collar, cried, "Odd's heartlikins! sirrah, I have a good mind--Devil fire your running tackle, you landlubber!-- can't you steer without all this tacking hither and thither, and the Lord knows whither?--'Noint my block! I'd give thee a rope's end for thy supper if it wan't"---- Dolly had conceived a sneaking kindness for the young lawyer, and thinking him in danger of being roughly handled, flew to his relief. She twisted her hand in Crowe's neckcloth without ceremony, crying, "Sha't then, I tell thee, old codger--who kears a vig vor thy voolish tantrums?" While Crowe looked black in the face, and ran the risk of strangulation under the gripe of this Amazon, Mr. Clarke having disengaged himself of |
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