With a roar like thunder.
Ernest Griset, from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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Madhusadan proceeded to make his incantations, despite terrible sights in the air.
Ernest Griset, from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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The king was cunning at fence, and so was the thief.
Ernest Griset, from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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The king, puffing with fury, followed him at the top of his speed, and caught him by his tail.
Ernest Griset, from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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During the three hours of return, hardly a word passed between the pair.
Ernest Griset, from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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The baital disappeared through the darkness.
Ernest Griset, frontispiece from Vikram and the vampire, or Tales of Hindu devilry, by Richard Francis Burton, London, 1893.
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She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
From Mother Goose’s nursery rhymes, published by George Routledge and Sons, London, New York, 1877.
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She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was a-spinning.
From Mother Goose’s nursery rhymes, published by George Routledge and Sons, London, New York, 1877.
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