Results 1-5 of 100
Someone else called : " Hear to Jack Rangsley . Hear to him ! ” . There was a
silence . I saw a hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the
muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into
Old Rangsley had been head of the last of the Owlers — the aristocracy of export
smugglers — and Jack had sunk a little in becoming the head of the Old Bourne
Tap importers . But he was hard enough , tyrannical enough , and had nerve ...
bow , ready to pay his men their seven shillings a head for the run . Ralph
remembered , too - or I remembered for himthat he had estates and an agent in
Jamaica , and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London road to
write a ...
He turned his head round towards me , his hand extended , a smile upon his lips
. “ Juan , ” he said , “ let us not quarrel . You are very young ; you cannot
understand these things ; you cannot weigh them ; you have a foolish idea in
your head .
He subsisted a good deal on the charity of people like the Macdonalds , and I
used sometimes to catch sight of him at evenfall listening to Mrs . Macdonald ; he
would be sitting beside her hammock on the veranda , his head very much down
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - ToddSherman - LibraryThing
“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