Browse Sort by: TitleCreatorDate Published He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Raffles started up and stared round him in terror Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Do you suppose that I ever disbelieved in you?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "What is the matter? You are distressed." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 The Little Bridal Procession Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Solomon marched forward at the head of the gay procession Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Seated on the pillion behind her tall, erect father Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "And what must you be letting him have my money for?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Robbed!" said Silas, gaspingly Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Suppose, now, you get the money yourself, and save me the trouble, eh?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "The minister asked him if he knew where he had left that knife?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Be quick. What has he done with my horse?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Why, my lads, how's this?" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "She saw... something which made her pause motionless." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1937) 1908 "Wake, dear, wake! Listen to me." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "I'm no more drunk nor you are, nor so much." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "Promise me, Papa, that you will consent to what we wish." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "I've made two wills, and I'm going to burn one. Now you do as I tell you." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Dr. Sprague was superfluously tall Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Mrs. Farebrother welcomed the guest Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "I have brought a little petitioner." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "My dear young lady - Miss Brooke - Dorothea!" Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 "It's all one to me. I can make five codicils." Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 History of the Devil Brock, Charles E. (1870-1938) 1908 Output Formats atom, dcmes-xml, json, omeka-xml, rss2
