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The other hand paused in the act of conveying a pinch of snuff to the nostrils of the hooked nose that had , on the skin stretched tight over the bridge ...
I was like a confounded rabbit in their hands . ... but the man's hot leathery hand on my throat was like a foretaste of the other collar .
The runners were seized ; several hands caught at me . ... I saw a hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs ...
I felt hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head . ... The hand left my arm ; there was a pause in the motion of the procession .
CHAPTER IV T was , I suppose , what I demanded of Fate - to be gently wafted into the position of a hero of romance , without rough hands at my throat .
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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