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180 held up with the eagerness of youth,) the Margrave's rage knew no bounds. He rushed at his son; he dashed the wine-cup over his spotless vest: and giving him three or four heavy blows which would have knocked down a bonassus, but only caused the young Childe to blush: "YOU take wine!" roared out the Margrave; "YOU dare to help yourself! Who time d-v-l gave YOU leave to help yourself?" and the terrible blows were reiterated over the delicate ears of the boy. "Ludwig! Ludwig!" shrieked the Margravine. "Hold your prate, madam," roared the Prince. "By St. Buffo, mayn't a father beat his own child?" "HIS OWN CHILD!" repeated the Margrave with a burst, almost a shriek of indescribable agony. "Ah, what did I say?" Sir Ludwig looked about him in amaze; Sir Gottfried (at the Margrave's right hand) smiled ghastily; the young Otto was too much agitated by the recent conflict to wear any expression but that of extreme discomfiture; but the poor Margravine turned her head aside and blushed, red almost as the lobster which flanked the turbot before her. In those rude old times, 'tis known such table quarrels were by no means unusual amongst gallant knights; and Ludwig, who had oft seen the Margrave cast a leg of mutton at an offending servitor, or empty a sauce-boat in the direction of the Margravine, thought this was but one of the usual outbreaks of his worthy though irascible friend, and wisely determined to change the converse. "How is my friend," said he, "the good knight, Sir Hildebrandt?" "By Saint Buffo, this is too much!" screamed the Margrave, and actually rushed from time room. "By Saint Bugo," said his friend, "gallant knights, gentle sirs, what ails my good Lord Margave?" "Perhaps his nose bleeds," said Gottfried, with a sneer. "Ah, my kind friend," said the Margravine with uncontrollable emotion, "I fear some of you have passed from the frying-pan into the fire." And making the signal of departure to the ladies, they rose and retired to coffee in the drawing-room. The Margrave presently came back again, somewhat more collected than he had been. "Otto," he said sternly, "go join the ladies: it becomes not a young boy to remain in the
181 company of gallant knights after dinner." The noble Childe with manifest unwillingness quitted the room, and the Margrave, taking his lady's place at the head of the table, whispered to Sir Ludwig, "Hildebrandt will be here to-night to an evening-party, given in honor of your return from Palestine. My good friend—my true friend—my old companion in arms, Sir Gottfried! you had best see that the fiddlers be not drunk, and that the crumpets be gotten ready." Sir Gottfried, obsequiously taking his patron's hint, bowed and left the room. "You shall know all soon, dear Ludwig," said the Margrave, with a heart-rending look. "You marked Gottfried, who left the room anon?" "I did." "You look incredulous concerning his worth; but I tell thee, Ludwig, that yonder Gottfried is a good fellow, and my fast friend. Why should he not be! He is my near relation, heir to my property: should I" (here the Margrave's countenance assumed its former expression of excruciating agony),—"SHOULD I HAVE NO SON." "But I never saw the boy in better health," replied Sir Ludwig. "Nevertheless,—ha! ha!—it may chance that I shall soon have no son." The Margrave had crushed many a cup of wine during dinner, and Sir Ludwig thought naturally that his gallant friend had drunken rather deeply. He proceeded in this respect to imitate him; for the stern soldier of those days neither shrunk before the Paynim nor the punch-bowl: and many a rousing night had our crusader enjoyed in Syria with lion-hearted Richard; with his coadjutor, Godfrey of Bouillon; nay, with the dauntless Saladin himself. "You knew Gottfried in Palestine?" asked the Margrave. "I did." "Why did ye not greet him then, as ancient comrades should, with the warm grasp of friendship? It is not because Sir Gottfried is poor? You know well that he is of race as noble as thine own, my early friend!" "I care not for his race nor for his poverty," replied the blunt crusader. "What says the Minnesinger? 'Marry, that the rank is but the stamp of the guinea; the man is the gold.' And I tell thee, Karl of Godesberg, that yonder Gottfried is base metal." "By Saint Buffo, thou beliest him, dear Ludwig."
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1 William Makepeace Thackeray GEORG
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5 Inspired by Millwood and love, Ge
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9 with these is like Him who wander
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11 me, that whether for good or ill
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13 chateau in Normandy, out of the
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19 rings to their rosy tips, and pr
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21 He was an old man—an old man e
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25 "Taisez-vous!" said he, putting
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27 "That lovely angel is the Lady B
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29 As the couple were footing it, t
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31 made to me. "I knew it would be
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33 This was too much. "Here goes!"
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35 "'Twas well done of thee, Philib
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37 That the Baron Raoul levied toll
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39 The old Countess of Chacabacque
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41 man of blood. The weeping garris
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43 beheld the awful change that dis
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45 the pit of the "Hoperer" in a gr
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47 III. The tall footman, number fo
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49 "Infame," howled Borodino, "tu l
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51 "The members of the haughty and
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53 counter or the chestis, indulgin
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55 "Oh, wee," said the Erl of Yardh
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57 They lived in tremenjus splendor
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59 "The business of the Republic, s
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61 II. Leatherlegs and Tom Coxswain
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63 Portsmouth, having passed the ch
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65 "'We are poor, Eliza,' said Harr
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67 "Report says, that even in his h
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69 'Miss M. A. Hoggins, Buckley Squ
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71 my TRENT VALLY, for it was the p
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73 "Wen I anounced in the Servnts A
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75 "2nd July.—Rode my bay oss Des
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77 "I practis ridin and the acquire
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79 dignified hair. I, of coarse, ro
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81 "I have caused one of our ingine
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83 clothes my highlids—the eyedea
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85 * This refers to an illustrated
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87 "Thusday Night.—O Hangelina, H
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89 of my hancisters) had conquered
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91 "It was Mary Hann who summind th
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93 "'What a sacrifice!' says she; '
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95 And thirty score of British bows
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97 Hill Street and cumsult the Lady
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99 noble parents of the Lady Angeli
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101 "THIRD EDITION. "GRETNA GREEN,
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103 "I went home like a maniack, af
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105 caused deep emotion to the vene
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107 again; and Jack Deuceace, who h
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109 come forwoods, and igspress my
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111 "'Twenty-three in all,' says I.
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113 "'My boy! my little boy!' says
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115 the "Pons Asinorum" (4to. Londo
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117 of most part of the passengers,
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119 is known, count in Italy from o
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121 The black ruffians took the hin
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123 full gallop, his own sword maki
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125 good feeling, to steal from me
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127 who followed him!—when at len
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Page 133 and 134: 133 CHAPTER III. A PEEP INTO SPAIN
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231 Then he besought Robin of Hunti
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233 which his squires led to the do
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235 THE LAST DAYS OF THE LION. From
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237 which onset Ivanhoe slew seven,
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239 I've often wished, I hope no si
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241 "'But for such unpleasant bygon
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243 CHAPTER III. ST. GEORGE FOR ENG
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245 "Now, by St. Barbacue of Limoge
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247 searching for booty among the d
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249 Athelstane burst into a loud la
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251 You might have thought for a mo
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257 *See Hume, Giraldus Cambrensis,
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259 and carried away, under a secur
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261 "I do," said Ivanhoe, clasping
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263 calm face, his shield upon his
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265 fury to his cruel disposition,
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267 "Holy mother! what has chanced?
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269 Rebecca firmly yet respectfully
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281 monasteries again shall ornamen
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287 CHAPTER V. THE BATTLE OF TOURS.
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291 CHAPTER VI. THE ENGLISH UNDER J
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327 the plumes of his helmet mingle
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331 "Vy, then, two-and-eightpence,"
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