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He moved to tie our feet , and hang us by our finger - nails over the quarry edge .
A hubbub of assent and dissent went up ; then the crowd became unanimous .
Rangsley slipped from his horse . “ Blindfold ' em , lads , ” he cried , and turned ...
There ' s a sheer drop of a hundred feet . We ' ll tie your legs and hang you by
your fingers . If you hang long enough , you ' ll have time to say your prayers .
Look alive , lads ! ” The voice of one of the runners began to shout , “ You ' ll
swing for ...
The shingle crashed at intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men . I
remembered the smugglers ; but it was as if I had remembered them only to
forget them forever . Old Rangsley , who steered with the sheet in his hand , kept
up an ...
His head was knotted in a red , white - spotted handkerchief ; his grizzled beard
was tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak , ragged at the edges , and his feet
were often bare ; at his side would lie his wooden right hand . As a rule , the ...
His eyes fascinated me , and he opened his cavernous mouth as if to swallow me
. His lantern jaws snapped without a sound . He seemed to change his mind . " I
am done with yeh , ” he said , with a sort of sinister restraint . He rose to his feet ...
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review