Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Mr Pledge started like a guilty thing surprised. "Ay, father had a very fine voice, to be sure," said Captain Acton, "and so has Mr Lawrence." "Look ye," he cried, holding it aloft. "The fairies' magic arrer, ut is, an' ut niver fails t' fall on the spot where the treasure lies hidden. Foind Scroggie's buried money ut would have long ago if ut wasn't fer the ould man's spirrut that roams the grove. As I told ye afore, ut's no charm ag'in the spirruts av the departed, as yon grave-yard rabbit's fut is.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Uncover the charm of Pokhara city with our guided tours to Pokhara's top attractions. Dive into the beauty of Pokhara's lakes, stroll through its vibrant streets, and witness the breathtaking Annapurna mountain range. Plan your trip today!I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Step into the world of unlimited possibilities with Plinko Megwin's Welcome Palace. Register now at Plinko Megwin.com and unlock an exclusive welcome package designed just for you:
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
The building held all the unmistakable odors of a school room. The smell of chalk dust, mouldy bread crusts, mice, dirty slates and musty books rose up to smite the arrivals. Four rows of pine seats, blackened with ink-daubs and deeply scarred by pocket-knives, ran the entire length of the building. A big box stove stood in the centre of the room, its wavering pipe supported by wires from the ceiling. Billy was silent. Should he tell the truth and say that he had carved Ann's initials on the bench and those of Walter Watland beneath them at that young lady's pleading request? No! Mrs. Wilson held out her hand. "Harry O'Dule," she said, her voice unsteady, "I always knowed you had the makin's of a man in you. I'm gladder than I kin say." It was April, and some birds were in song; the sun shone brightly, and the breeze blowing from the sea sang pleasantly amongst the trees whose boughs were studded with little buds. The lane conducted Lucy to the valley where the river was, and here she stepped upon an old bridge. When half-way across she stopped to look in the direction of Old Harbour. The river flowed prettily under this bridge and melted its brilliance in the waters of the Harbour, where, when the tide was at lowest[Pg 26] ebb, it always had a bed for its discharge into the brine beyond..
298 people found this
review helpful