Baily's Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, 16. sējumsBaily Bros., 1869 |
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... , 180 . Lord Lurgan : a Biography , 213 . Lord Glasgow , 216 . The Trout and Salmon Fisheries of North Wales , 218 . The Clipper that stands in the stall at the top , 227 . Oxford and Cambridge Athletic Sports , 228 . Coursing ,
... , 180 . Lord Lurgan : a Biography , 213 . Lord Glasgow , 216 . The Trout and Salmon Fisheries of North Wales , 218 . The Clipper that stands in the stall at the top , 227 . Oxford and Cambridge Athletic Sports , 228 . Coursing ,
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... stand him a drop to drink or give him a shilling to buy one , the plans were laid and successfully carried out , and by four in the morning the ragged pony and the rickety cart , the three men seated side by side in front , and the fox ...
... stand him a drop to drink or give him a shilling to buy one , the plans were laid and successfully carried out , and by four in the morning the ragged pony and the rickety cart , the three men seated side by side in front , and the fox ...
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... they don't lose ' Don't much like this sort of thing , ' muttered our friend Stubbs ; ' feel somehow kinder ashamed of myself , but the colt's hot and ' won't stand that sort of dodging work we so 6 [ December , THE BAGMAN .
... they don't lose ' Don't much like this sort of thing , ' muttered our friend Stubbs ; ' feel somehow kinder ashamed of myself , but the colt's hot and ' won't stand that sort of dodging work we so 6 [ December , THE BAGMAN .
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... standing on end , hate and rage glistening on his sharp teeth , the bold beast waited not the attack . With a wicked snarl from the bottom of his throat , he met the dog more than half way , and as they closed made his sharp fangs meet ...
... standing on end , hate and rage glistening on his sharp teeth , the bold beast waited not the attack . With a wicked snarl from the bottom of his throat , he met the dog more than half way , and as they closed made his sharp fangs meet ...
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... standing monument to the daily and hourly suc- cession of fools and dupes , without which the profession of knavery could not exist ; theirs is a hopeless case , indeed ; but they by no means comprise even a small majority of the ...
... standing monument to the daily and hourly suc- cession of fools and dupes , without which the profession of knavery could not exist ; theirs is a hopeless case , indeed ; but they by no means comprise even a small majority of the ...
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