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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... turned a final bend and stopped . The gang were panting from their exertions and two of them sat on the ground to recover while the growing light restored Mattie's whirling senses . Not counting Dicker , her cap- tors were four . Two of ...
... turned a final bend and stopped . The gang were panting from their exertions and two of them sat on the ground to recover while the growing light restored Mattie's whirling senses . Not counting Dicker , her cap- tors were four . Two of ...
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... ' Shut your fat face ! ' Dicker swung at the man and Lump fell backwards with the weight of the blow . The others laughed . Then Dicker's gun turned back to point at Mattie on her horse , slowly , deliberately , 9 The Highwaymen.
... ' Shut your fat face ! ' Dicker swung at the man and Lump fell backwards with the weight of the blow . The others laughed . Then Dicker's gun turned back to point at Mattie on her horse , slowly , deliberately , 9 The Highwaymen.
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... turned to Mattie . He chucked her under the chin . ' What about your folks , then , littl'un ? How rich be they ? ' Mattie had recovered her courage once more and re- garded him coolly . ' If you think I'm going to tell you any- thing ...
... turned to Mattie . He chucked her under the chin . ' What about your folks , then , littl'un ? How rich be they ? ' Mattie had recovered her courage once more and re- garded him coolly . ' If you think I'm going to tell you any- thing ...
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... turned the envelope over . ' Please send to Sir Lucid ' he read . ' Don't reckon we'll do that , will we , Jack ? ' He took a thick knife from his belt and slit the envelope deftly , like a man accustomed to much slitting . He extracted ...
... turned the envelope over . ' Please send to Sir Lucid ' he read . ' Don't reckon we'll do that , will we , Jack ? ' He took a thick knife from his belt and slit the envelope deftly , like a man accustomed to much slitting . He extracted ...
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... turning it in all directions and studying its back with an air of deep puz- zlement . ' What I mean , my dearest , ' continued Lucid , ' is that our our Mattie is a sensible , ah , girl . She will not lightly cast aside our , um , good ...
... turning it in all directions and studying its back with an air of deep puz- zlement . ' What I mean , my dearest , ' continued Lucid , ' is that our our Mattie is a sensible , ah , girl . She will not lightly cast aside our , um , good ...
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