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id: 15992
title: Come Rack! Come Rope!
author: Benson, Robert Hugh
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  the great star came out like a diamond in enamel-work; and Robin looked "I will take Anthony to his horse," said Robin suddenly, for a thought "I went to tell Marjorie to-day," whispered Robin. Robin asked him whether the priests who came and went should be told of "The master''s not been from home to-day, sir," said Dick when Robin "A Catholic, sir, to my mind," said Robin steadily, "is one who holds to Then he began to gossip of Mr. Ludlam; how a man had told him that his cousin''s wife thought that Mr. Ludlam was to go abroad to be made priest himself, and that perhaps Mr. Garlick would go too. "You have come on a fortunate day, mistress," he said to Marjorie. "You are come in good time," said Sir John, smiling. "First," he said, "no man knows whether it will come.


id: 22400
author: Foxe, John
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  The first persecution of the church took place in the year 67, under great deal of time in travelling, till he took up his abode in Rome, and pious christians coming to the place of execution, in order to give his All which time he so instructed the poor prisoners in the word of God, living, but I owe that and all other services to God. Gardiner was sent to prison, and a general order issued to apprehend all seeing any person for several days, in which time the governor received Soon after this gentleman''s death, a great number of protestants were taken from protestants at various times, and different places, and which About this time 36 persons, denominated Lollards, suffered death in St. Giles'', for no other reason than professing their attachment to the our church is from the beginning, even from the time that God said unto

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  Fox''s Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs


id: 23191
title: Count Ulrich of Lindburg: A Tale of the Reformation in Germany
author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
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  who is an enemy of Eric''s father, and are taken to the Baron''s castle, makes them oppose our Father, the Pope, and our holy mother Church." must judge of people by the works they perform," answered Eric, in the "That is right, Hans," answered Eric, "but, my old friend, we do not I believe that the Bible is the Word of God," observed Eric. "Young man," said the stranger, turning a pair of dark, flashing eyes "Your advice is good, Hans," said Eric, as he urged on his steed. "Patience, my dear young master," answered Hans, when Eric had thus the words of the good old man come true. "And now, Eric, what do you think of this Dr Luther?" asked the Knight, "Dear wife," said the Knight, calmly, "When I allowed our little Ava to "Our good swords you shall have, father," answered Eric, taking off the


id: 23120
title: The King''s Daughters
author: Holt, Emily Sarah
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  "Give you good den, Master Clere!" said a rosy-faced countrywoman with a "Thou''d better go to bed," said her father, as they came up with the "My daughter," he said, in a soft, kind voice, "I think thou art Rose "I trust we shall do our duty," said poor Rose, in great perplexity. "Why, Rose, how breathless art thou, maid!" said the other when she came "Thou''rt an honest lass," said Mrs Wade, patting Cissy on the head. "Father likes us to come," said Cissy, when her thanks had been properly "Little maid," answered Elizabeth, "Mistress Wade meant to save thee the "Little Cissy," she said, "is not God thy Father, and his likewise? "Hush thee, my little maid!" said her father, laying his hand on her Elizabeth looked up at Cissy''s father, and he said in a husky voice,-"Art thou come, dear heart?" said Alice Mount, as her daughter ran


id: 13918
author: Fea, Allan
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  ENTRANCE TO HIDING-PLACE, TRENT HOUSE says, "after living amongst the secret panels and hiding-places timber houses and inn, stands the ghostly old hall of Harvington. priests were once concealed for four days in a hiding-place, [Illustration: ENTRANCE TO HIDING-PLACE, PARHAM HALL, SUSSEX] [Illustration: HIDING-PLACE, TRENT HOUSE] [Illustration: ENTRANCE TO HIDING-PLACE, TRENT HOUSE] [Illustration: ENTRANCE TO "PRIEST''S HOLE," THE UPPER HOUSE, MADELEY] examination of the hiding-place in the old manor house of Twickenham A secret room in the old Tudor house Ty Mawr, Monmouthshire, of a hiding-place in an old house at Bishops Middleham, near In another old Aberdeenshire mansion, Dalpersie House, a hiding-hole Numerous old houses possess secret doors, passages, and old timber house in Cheshire, Moreton Hall, where a secret room, Small hiding-places have been found at the manor house of Chew another old house near the coast were hiding-places utilised for Of hiding-places and secret chambers in the ancient castles and

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  Secret Chambers and Hiding Places Historic, Romantic, & Legendary Stories & Traditions About Hiding-Holes, Secret Chambers, Etc.


id: 11413
title: The Refugees A Tale of Two Continents
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
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  "Ah, it is Captain de Catinat," said Madame de Montespan, with a smile "Your Highness," said the old Huguenot, coming forward and throwing open one yellow hand upon her shrinking arm, while his little dark eyes "The king comes, madame," said Mademoiselle Nanon, again protruding her "Monsieur Corneille, to read to the king," said the young lady, opening "Then you shall certainly do so in the future, madame," said the king "No, no, madame," cried the king, dashing his hand across his eyes. "Good-evening, Captain de Catinat," said the king, with a pleasant "I like your king," said Amos Green, "and I am glad to ride in his The man bent over De Catinat, and placed his hand upon his heart. "Come with me, uncle," said De Catinat, passing his arm under that of "It''s no use, lad," said Captain Ephraim, laying his great red hand upon


id: 33607
title: The Mother of St. Nicholas: A Story of Duty and Peril
author: Balfour, Grant
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  man of wealth, a business friend of Pathema''s father. eyes, which rested for a time in peace on her visitor''s tender face. the olive trees," said Pathema, feeling keenly, while she held the listen to the life-giving Word," answered Pathema, looking tenderly Demonicus and Timon stood at the open door of the Christian church, not "Content thee, my dear Tharsos, thou hast done thy best; and strive to Tharsos turned and looked up at the serried mass of living faces behind for a little time; or if thy desire be to speak a word with mother thou "And in the face of thy brother''s strong desire thou art waiting to "The maiden comes: see, yonder," said Coryna, looking intently towards "I rejoice to hear thy hope," replied Pathema with brightening eyes. "The hospitable home of Tharsos and Pathema," was the reply. deep blue eyes, the first-born son of Tharsos and Pathema.


id: 52734
title: The Scourge of God: A Romance of Religious Persecution
author: Bloundelle-Burton, John
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  "The day is fair," the dying aristocrat said, letting her eyes glance "Madame la Princesse still lives, monsieur," the man replied, his eye Again Martin exclaimed, "My God!" Then added: "And this man, Never!" Martin exclaimed, touching the old man''s arm. "Come, monsieur," that lady said, her voice soft and low, "follow me." "Now," she said, her deep eyes fixed upon Martin, "now tell me of the light turned into daffodil and told that the day was at hand, Martin Into Martin Ashurst''s face there came a look telling of deep "Sir," said Martin, speaking for the first time, "your grief carries "My God!" Martin heard Baville whisper to himself, though not so low with a great face in which were set fierce rolling eyes, a man from "Monsieur," said Baville, coming in two hours later to another room in Then Baville rose and, standing before Martin, said:


