 | Edward Wedlake Brayley, James Norris Brewer, Joseph Nightingale - 1810 - 768 páginas
...great and the dreadful God!—He " repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance lull of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would bave spoken to him, bnt he would not enter into speech with me, nor any ene elie, but held on his dismal... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1810 - 772 páginas
...and the dreadful God! — He " repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance lull of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...met this poor creature several times in the streets, aid would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, nor any one else, but Laid... | |
 | Edward Wedlake Brayley, James Norris Brewer, Joseph Nightingale - 1810 - 762 páginas
...words continually, with a voice and conntenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever And him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance ; at...this poor creature several times in the streets, and nouM have spoken to him, but he would not eater into speech with me, •or any one el*e, but held on... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1810 - 778 páginas
...pair of drawers, crying day and ni»ht — O! the great and the dreadful God ! — He " repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could evef liiiii him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance ; at leist, that ever I could hear of. I mrt... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 426 páginas
...poor naked creature cried, ' O the great and the dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full...would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held oh his dismal cries continually." Quacks and mountebanks,... | |
 | 1822 - 386 páginas
...poor naked creature cried, ' O the great and the dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full...would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal cries continually." Quacks and mountebanks,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 386 páginas
...poor naked creature cried, ' O the great and the dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full...of. I met this poor creature several times in the street*, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else,... | |
 | 1825 - 840 páginas
...poor naked creature cried, ' Oh ! the great and dreadful God !' and said no more, bul repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full...would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else ; but held on his dismal cries continually. •• Some heard voices... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - 1832 - 334 páginas
...poor naked creature cried, " O the great and the dreadful God ! " and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full...would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal cries continually. These things terrified the... | |
 | 1833 - 448 páginas
...(like a man mentioned by Josephus, before the destruction of Jerusalem,) ' Oh ! the great and terrible God !' and said no more, but repeated these words...countenance full of horror, a swift pace; and nobody could observe him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, nor would he enter into speech with any one."... | |
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and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, at least, that ever I could hear 'of. I met this poor creature... 
