Mattie and the HighwaymenIn the 1840s most highwaymen are hanging up their riding boots and putting away their pistols. But there is just time for one last gang of misfit ruffians to attack nervous travellers as they pass through Harewood forest in Hampshire And so it is that |
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... hand he held a full - length mask , which he twirled about on a ribbon as he studied Mattie with amusement and disbelief . His other hand rested on a pistol tucked into his wide belt . ' Well , well , what have we here ? A minuscule mer ...
... hand he held a full - length mask , which he twirled about on a ribbon as he studied Mattie with amusement and disbelief . His other hand rested on a pistol tucked into his wide belt . ' Well , well , what have we here ? A minuscule mer ...
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... hand . ' Aye , Missy , we're poor orphan boys what never had the loving direction we needed , and we reckon your Miss Bell is just the lady to give it us ! So I expect you'd be pleased if we was to go with you and protect you from ...
... hand . ' Aye , Missy , we're poor orphan boys what never had the loving direction we needed , and we reckon your Miss Bell is just the lady to give it us ! So I expect you'd be pleased if we was to go with you and protect you from ...
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... hands pulled at her until she was lying flat along the horse's back , clinging to its mane . The path dropped suddenly and spiralled to the right , down and down until the trees silhouetted on the skyline were high above her , and she ...
... hands pulled at her until she was lying flat along the horse's back , clinging to its mane . The path dropped suddenly and spiralled to the right , down and down until the trees silhouetted on the skyline were high above her , and she ...
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... hand over her mouth . ' I like that name , ' Dicker said . ' Say it again . " Sir " Lu- cid , I think it was ? ' Mattie shrugged her shoulders . Dicker smiled , pityingly . ' What a poor memory you have , Missy ! Can't even recall what ...
... hand over her mouth . ' I like that name , ' Dicker said . ' Say it again . " Sir " Lu- cid , I think it was ? ' Mattie shrugged her shoulders . Dicker smiled , pityingly . ' What a poor memory you have , Missy ! Can't even recall what ...
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... chorus of laughs greeted this . ' No , my fine prisoner . You walk the plank ! Come this way , sweetheart . ' And she was pulled along a muddy path , rough hands pinch- ing her arms and shoulders , until they reached a 11 The Highwaymen.
... chorus of laughs greeted this . ' No , my fine prisoner . You walk the plank ! Come this way , sweetheart . ' And she was pulled along a muddy path , rough hands pinch- ing her arms and shoulders , until they reached a 11 The Highwaymen.
Contents
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16 | |
Workus Brats | 26 |
Trapped | 34 |
No Mitchin | 47 |
Some Argufyin | 55 |
Plots and Proverbs | 68 |
Rafty Lessons | 75 |
Skisin Off | 135 |
Ancient History | 146 |
Tricksy Little Game | 155 |
Final Meal | 161 |
Lump Emmet Hump | 171 |
A Strange Homecoming | 181 |
Hard Decisions | 191 |
Revelations | 208 |
The Danger of a Little Gold | 83 |
The Lives of the Poor | 103 |
The Workhouse | 114 |
Nobbut Hard Work | 122 |
A Longawaited Bonfire | 223 |
Historical comment | 228 |
Hampshire dialect | 229 |
Common terms and phrases
afore ain't Andover aunt Aunt Agatha bein ben't better bird black stallion bones Brats bread breakfast camp carriage cave Chief Inspector child clothes Cornwall cried dark dear dirty door Druddery Hall exclaimed eyes face father fingers girl hand hard head highwayman horse Hubert jackdaw Jasper Lady Agatha Lizzie Lump Mama Matilda Mattie asked Mattie looked Mattie nodded Mattie's McDougal mean Mills mind Miss Bell Missy never night once paused Perhaps Pirate poor pulled rags reckon Renward River Test road Rose of Tralee Scarecrow shoulder side Sir Dicker Sir Lucid smiled sorry spect spoke stared stood Stump suddenly sure talking tell there's things thought told Tom Smith took trying turned Tyger uncle voice walked wash watermint what's whispered words Work'us Workhouse wrong young