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... and swear to him that he was clawing the brink of Shakespeare ' s Cliff or any
other hundred - foot drop . The wretched creatures suffered all the tortures of
death before they let go , and , as a rule , they never returned to our parts
He did not want to be drowned ; neither assuredly did I . But it was not fear so
much as a feeling of dreariness and disappointment that had come over me , the
sudden feeling that I was going not to adventure , but to death ; that here was not
You might well have imagined he was a descendant of the Cid Campeador , only
to look at him lying there without a quiver of a feature , his face stainlessly white ,
a little bluish in extreme lack of blood , with all the nobility of death upon it , like ...
Death hovered over that table - - and also , as it were , the breath of past ages .
The multitude of lights , the polished floor of costly wood , the bare whiteness of
walls wainscotted with marble , the vastness of the room , the imposing forms of ...
The retirement of her father from the world after her mother ' s death had made a
great solitude round his declining years . Yes , that sorrow , and the base
intrigues of that man — a fugitive , a hanger - on of her mother ' s family -
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review