the river it selfe turneth North east and is stil a navigable streame. On the westerne side of this bought is Tauxenent with 40 men.
During the fight, we ran forward a few paces, but a heavy, rushing flight betokened an easy victory, and the stranger flew away.
A natural enough error, claims the Scottish wordman, Ivor Brown.
[…]sooner locate beside the fœtid banks of a Batavian canal, sooner become a toll-keeper of Lethe’s wharf, than breathe my summer breath within scent of thine unsavoury odours, within reach of thy pandemoniacal sounds!
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