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“Away with this prating dotard,” said Front-de Boeuf, “lock him up in the chapel, to tell his beads till the broil be over. It will be a new thing to the saints in Torquilstone to hear aves and paters; they have not been so honoured, I trow, since they were cut out of stone.” “Blaspheme not the holy saints, Sir Reginald,” said De Bracy, “we shall have need of their aid to-day before yon rascal rout disband.” “I expect little aid from their hand,” said Front-de-Boeuf, “unless we were to hurl them from the battlements on the heads of the villains. There is a huge lumbering Saint Christopher yonder, sufficient to bear a whole company to the earth.”

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Book:Ivanhoe
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Ivanhoe

Ivanhoe is a historical novel by Sir Walter Scott, published in 1820. The story is set in medieval England and follows the exploits of Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe, a knight of the Round Table, as he seeks to win the hand of Lady Rowena and restore his honor after being dishonorably discharged from the Crusades. The novel is renowned for its vivid portrayal of medieval chivalry, its romantic elements, and its exploration of themes such as love, honor, and betrayal. more

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Walter Scott
Walter Scott

Walter Scott, born on August 15, 1771, and died on September 21, 1832, was a renowned British baronet. He is best known for his extensive literary works, particularly his historical novels and poetry. more

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