Book,  chapter

1    1,   11| whip; the headstall of the bridle was decorated with metal
2    1,   19|     Then seizing Thaouka’s bridle, he said, “I am going, Thalcave,
3    1,   19|   Glenarvan, snatching the bridle out of his hands. “I, myself!
Best viewed with any browser at 800x600 or 768x1024 on Tablet PC
IntraText® (VA1) - Some rights reserved by EuloTech SRL - 1996-2009. Content in this page is licensed under a Creative Commons License