The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerWallis & Newell, 1835 - 192 pages |
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... answered Calverley in a calm tone ; " and mark you this maiden has no right to plight her troth except with her lord's consent . She is Lord de Boteler's bondwoman , and dares not marry without his leave - which will never be given to ...
... answered Calverley in a calm tone ; " and mark you this maiden has no right to plight her troth except with her lord's consent . She is Lord de Boteler's bondwoman , and dares not marry without his leave - which will never be given to ...
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... answer me ! Has Calverley spoken of marriage to you ? - why do you not answer ? Have I loved a false one ? " " No , Stephen , " replied Margaret , in a low trembling voice . 66 Holgrave's mind was relieved as Margaret spoke , for he had ...
... answer me ! Has Calverley spoken of marriage to you ? - why do you not answer ? Have I loved a false one ? " " No , Stephen , " replied Margaret , in a low trembling voice . 66 Holgrave's mind was relieved as Margaret spoke , for he had ...
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... answer me . " " Yes , my lord , " replied Calverley . " And did this Holgrave dare to wed a nief of mine ! ready disposed of her freedom and her hand ? " " Yes , my lord . " -- when I had " By my faith , the knave is bold to THE BONDMAN ...
... answer me . " " Yes , my lord , " replied Calverley . " And did this Holgrave dare to wed a nief of mine ! ready disposed of her freedom and her hand ? " " Yes , my lord . " -- when I had " By my faith , the knave is bold to THE BONDMAN ...
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... answer for what he has done -- but now Calverley , tell me honestly , for you are not wont to be familiar even with your fellows- tell me what you saw in this maiden that could make you wish to rival Stephen Holgrave ? " " Her beauty ...
... answer for what he has done -- but now Calverley , tell me honestly , for you are not wont to be familiar even with your fellows- tell me what you saw in this maiden that could make you wish to rival Stephen Holgrave ? " " Her beauty ...
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... answered Margaret , modestly , raising her eyes : ' my mother was a freeman's daughter ; my father was a bondman on this land : they died when I was but a child ; and Edith Holgrave reared me till I grew up a girl and could work for ...
... answered Margaret , modestly , raising her eyes : ' my mother was a freeman's daughter ; my father was a bondman on this land : they died when I was but a child ; and Edith Holgrave reared me till I grew up a girl and could work for ...
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