"Ny" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... in this dark transaction. As coming from Gonsalvo himself, it has great interest, and I will give it to the reader in the curious orthography of the original. "Asi en la platica que estava con el duque don fernando de ponerse al servicio y amparo de vuestras altecas syn otro partido ny ofrecimiento demas de certificarle que en todo tiempo seria libre para yr donde quisiese sy vuestras altezas bien no le tratasen y que vuestras altecas le ternian el respeto que a tal persona como el se deve. El conde de potenca e algunos de los que estan ceerca ...
— The History of the Reign of Ferdinand and Isabella The Catholic, V3 • William H. Prescott
... "but I 'low I don't look like one. Guess ef I went up an' tried to j'in the real angels Gabriel would say, 'Go back, Seth Perkins, an' improve yo'self fur four or five thousand years afore you try to keep comp'ny like ours.' But now, Johnny Reb, sence you're feelin' a heap better you might tell what you wuz tryin' to do, prowlin' roun' in these woods at ...
— The Guns of Bull Run - A Story of the Civil War's Eve • Joseph A. Altsheler
... a bit, young lady. She's proud to show off her flowers. They're one of the sights of Granville. Mis' Brownleigh loves to have comp'ny. Jest go right over an' tell her I sent you. She'll tell you all about 'em, an' like ez not she'll give you a bokay to take 'long. She's real ...
— The Man of the Desert • Grace Livingston Hill
... man never hed. In course, I consider it my dooty an' privilege to see that you're took car' ov. The Bar's purty much cleared eout—thet's so; but I'll soon hev' a cabin up somewhere; an' ye can jest run my shebang anyway ye like. Reckon I can find some nice woman to stay along with ye, fur comp'ny." ...
— The New Penelope and Other Stories and Poems • Frances Fuller Victor
... of e kyth a counsayl hym takes Then the king of the kingdom a counsel him takes, Wyth e best of his burnes, a blench for to make With the best of his men a device for to make; ay stel out on a stylle ny[gh]t er any steuen rysed They stole out on a still night ere any sound arose, & harde hurles ur[gh] e oste, er enmies hit wyste And hard hurled through the host, ere enemies it wist, Bot er ay at-wappe ne mo[gh]t e wach wyth oute But ere they could escape the watch ...
— Early English Alliterative Poems - in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century • Various
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