 It was all too late. Even if he had yielded in his ravening frenzy — for his beard was frothy as a mad dog's jowl — even if he would have owned that for the first time in his life he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him...  Letters to Living Authors - Page 248by John Alexander Steuart - 1890 - 271 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1869 - 368 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master; it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of...In our fury, we had heeded neither wet nor dry; nor * A fhr more terrible clutch thnn tin.s, is handed down, to weaker —"8. of the great John Bidd.—ED.... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1886 - 568 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master ; it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of...myself might scarcely leap, with the last spring of o'er-Iaboured legs, from the engulfing grave of slime. He fell back, with his swarthy breast (from... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1889 - 734 pages
...would have owned that for the first time in his life he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet ; the sucking of...beneath us. I myself might scarcely leap, with the 1 A far more terrible clutch than this is handed down, to weaker ages, of the great John Rid<l. —... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1889 - 742 pages
...would have owned that for the first time in his life he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet ; the sucking of...beneath us. I myself might scarcely leap, with the 1 A far more terrible clutch than this is handed down, to weaker ages, of the great John Ridd.— ED.... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1890 - 742 pages
...would have owned that for the first time in his life he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of...fell back, with his swarthy breast (from which my gripe had rent all clothing), like a hummock of bog-oak standing out the quagmire ; and then he tossed... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1890 - 320 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master; it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet ; the sucking of...him, like the thirsty lips of death. In our fury, we hail heeded neither wet nor dry ; nor thought of earth beneath us. I myself might scarcely leap, with... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1892 - 376 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet ; the sucking of...of earth beneath us. I myself might scarcely leap, * A far more terrible clutch than this is handed down, to weaker ages, of the great John Ridd. —... | |
 | Edwin Herbert Lewis, Lewis, Edwin Hebert - 1899 - 440 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master; it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of...ground drew on him, like the thirsty lips of death. 303 In our fury, we had heeded neither wet nor dry; nor thought of earth beneath us. I myself might... | |
 | 1905 - 636 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master ; it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet ; the sucking of...myself might scarcely leap, with the last spring of o'erlabored legs, from the ingulfing grave of slime. He fell back, with his swarthy breast (from which... | |
 | Richard Doddridge Blackmore - 1911 - 682 pages
...would have owned that, for the first time in his life, he had found his master, it was all too late. The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of...neither wet nor dry, nor thought of earth beneath us. I 10 myself might scarcely leap, with the last spring of o'erlabored legs, from the engulfing grave of... | |
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