 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 616 pàgines
...rang. But theirsmtlts were fearfully contorted from time to time; and their laughter passed into Filch wild sounds, as made my gudesire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, lhat had done their work... | |
 | 1910 - 862 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance: while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from time to ame; and their laugh passed into such wild sounds as made my gudeslre's very nails grow blue, and chilled... | |
 | Robert Cruikshank - 1845 - 738 pàgines
...from them all, and looked upon them with a melancholy, haughty countenance; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from time to tinie; and their laughter passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's very nails grow blue,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1846 - 759 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their...nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, that had done their work... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1850 - 868 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance ; while the rest hallooed, " said Maitre Pierre. "They need not, like the Burgnndians, choose a bare back, that they may have a full They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, that had done their work... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1851 - 378 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance ; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their...fearfully contorted from time to time ; and their laughter passed into euch wild sounds, as made mygudesire's very nails grow hlue, and chilled the marrow... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]) - 1853 - 530 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance ; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their...nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. They that waited at the table were just the wicked servingmen and troopers, that had done their work... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 392 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance ; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their smiles were feari'ully contorted from time to time ; and their laugh passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1855 - 624 pàgines
...from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy haughty countenance ; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang. But their...fearfully contorted from time to time ; and their laughter passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's very nails grow blue, and chilled the... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1864 - 346 pàgines
...that the room rang. But their smiles were fearfully contorted from time to time ; and their laughter passed into such wild sounds, as made my gudesire's...nails grow blue, and chilled the marrow in his banes. They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, that had done their work... | |
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They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers that had done their work and cruel bidding on earth. There was the Lang Lad of the Nethertown, that... 
