 and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, at least, that ever I could hear 'of. I met this poor creature...  London and Middlesex: Or, An Historical, Commercial, & Descriptive Survey of ... - Page 401by Edward Wedlake Brayley, James Norris Brewer, Joseph Nightingale - 1810Full view - About this book
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - Architecture - 1810 - 772 pages
...naked, excepting a pair of drawers, crying day and ni^lit— Of the great and the dreadful God! — He " repeated those words continually, with a voice and...met this poor creature several times in the streets, aid would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, nor any one else, but Laid... | |
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...dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held oh his dismal... | |
 | Books - 1822 - 386 pages
...dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal... | |
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...dreadful God !' and said no more, but repeated those words continually with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...of. I met this poor creature several times in the street*, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else,... | |
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...dreadful God !' and said no more, bul repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else ; but held on his dismal... | |
 | Daniel Defoe - Great Plague, London, England, 1664-1666 - 1832 - 334 pages
...dreadful God ! " and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal... | |
 | Arthur Thomas Malkin - History - 1835 - 428 pages
...dreadful God!' and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, at least that 1 could hear of. I met this poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him,... | |
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...swift pace, and nobody could ever find him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, at least that 1 could hear of. I met this poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but kept on his dismal... | |
 | Thomas Allen - London (England) - 1839 - 512 pages
...words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever Und him to stop, or rest or take any sustenance; at least,...hear of. I met this poor creature several times in (he streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, nor any one... | |
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...dreadful God !" and said no more, but repeated these words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find...poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal... | |
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