 Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed?" cried the good dame. "Yea, truly is it, and in the very image of my old gossip, Goodman Brown, the grandfather of the silly fellow that now is. But— would your worship believe it?— my broomstick hath strangely...  The American Whig Review - Էջ 324խմբագրել է - 1846Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1888 - 600 էջ
...knows her old friend ? " observed the traveller, confronting her and leaning on his writhing stick. " Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed ? " cried...by that unhanged witch, Goody Cory, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage, and cinquefoil, and wolf's-bane " '' Mingled with... | |
 | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1888 - 600 էջ
...knows her old friend ? " observed the traveller, confronting her and leaning on his writhing stick. " Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed ? " cried...Brown, the grandfather of the silly fellow that now is. But—would your worship believe it?—my broomstick hath strangely disappeared, stolen, as I suspect,... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1900 - 406 էջ
...knows her old friend ?" observed the traveller, confronting her and leaning on his writhing stick. " Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship, indeed ? " cried...stolen, as I suspect, by that unhanged witch, Goody Corey, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage, and cinquefoil, and wolf's... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1902 - 490 էջ
...knows her old friend?" observed the traveller, confronting her, and leaning on his writhing stick. " Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship, indeed ? " cried...by that unhanged witch, Goody Cory, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage and cinque-foil and wolf's-bane — " " Mingled... | |
 | British Academy - 1975 - 592 էջ
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 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Edward Douglas Snyder - 1927 - 1288 էջ
...Cloyse knows her old friend?" observed the traveller, confronting her and leaning on his writhing stick. "Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed?" cried...by that unhanged witch, Goody Cory, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage,1 and cinquefoil,2 and wolf's bane" 3— "Mingled... | |
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