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haunted in Robbery under Arms

YEAR
1888
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haunted in Robbery under Arms

r saw him so down in the mouth this years.' 'Poor old Jim, he's a deal too good for the place. Sad mistake this getting married. People should either keep straight or have no relatives to bear the brunt of their villainies. “But, soft,” as they say in the play, “where am I?” I thought I was a virtu…

Record ID
2,623
Year
1,888
Source
Project Gutenberg
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Record ID
2623
Source
Project Gutenberg
Publication
Robbery under Arms: A Story of Life and Adventure in the Bush and in the Australian Goldfields; Rolf Boldrewood
Published
1888; Project Gutenberg public-domain transcription
Narrative type
Retellings and Adaptations
Public-text label
haunted
Archive period
Gold Rush Colonial
Location
Australia (Australia): B
Source voice
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Publicness
Public Domain Public Web

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r saw him so down in the mouth this years.' 'Poor old Jim, he's a deal too good for the place. Sad mistake this getting married. People should either keep straight or have no relatives to bear the brunt of their villainies. “But, soft,” as they say in the play, “where am I?” I thought I was a virtuous miner again. Here we are at this devil-discovered, demon-haunted old Hollow again--first cousin to the pit of Acheron. There's no help for it, Dick. We must play our parts gallantly, as demons of this lower world, or get hissed off the stage.' . . . . . We didn't do much for a few days, you may be sure. There was nothing to do, for.

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