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... on the skin stretched tight over the bridge , the polish of old ivory ; the elbow pressing the black cocked hat against the side ; the legs , one bent , the other bowing a little back - this was the attitude of Seraphina's father .
A side door opened , and I saw into a lighted room filled with wreaths of smoke . A paunchy man in a bob wig , with a blue coat and Windsor buttons , holding a churchwarden pipe in his right hand and a pewter quart in his left ...
His head was knotted in a red , white - spotted handkerchief ; his grizzled beard was tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak , ragged at the edges , and his feet were often bare ; at his side would lie his wooden right hand .
When this was explained by the shouts of the negroes , he grunted , Umph ! ” turned on the man at his side , and said , “ Here , Oldlend a hand to duck the little toad . ” It was the sort of thing that the thirsty climate of Jamaica ...
A man was shouting “ Cool Drinks " on the other side of them . Finally , there was a roar , an irresistible swaying , a rattle of musket ramrods , a rhythm of marching feet , and the grating of heavy iron - bound wheels .
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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