There is a man called O'Brien in there , " he said . He does us the honor to
pretend to my cousin's hand . ” I felt singularly angry . Well , he's not a Spaniard , "
I said . Carlos answered mockingly , “ Oh , for Spaniard , no . He is a descendant
I said that I imagined him the more famous Seņor Juez O'Brien . " It's little use
saying ye arren't famous , ” he said . His voice had the faint , infinitely sweet
twang of certain Irishry ; a thing as delicate and intangible as the scent of lime
O'Brien , with shrewd glances , rocked his chair . ... What did I want ? he inquired .
To see life ? What he proposed was the life for a fine young fellow like me .
Moreover , I was half Scotch . Had I forgotten the wrongs of my own country .
A Novel Joseph Conrad, Ford Madox Ford. “ We're backwards hereabouts , " O'
Brien jeered . “ But over there they winked and chuckled at the judge , and they
do the same in Havana at us . ' Suddenly from behind us the voice of the young
O'Brien smiled . “ Nichols is alive right enough , but no more good than if he were
dead . And that's the truth . He pretends his nerve's gone ; he was a devil among
tailors for a time , but he's taken to crying now . It was when your blundering old ...
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