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The horse stood , drooping its head , and the man turned in his saddle . Runners , " he shouted , “ Bow Street runners ! Come along , come along , boys !
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 ...
... number of guineas from Rangsley , who traveled with a bag of them at his saddle - bow , ready to pay his men their seven shillings a head for the run .
He turned his head round towards me , his hand extended , a smile upon his lips . " Juan , " he said , “ let us not quarrel .
His dark eyes searched my face , and it came disagreeably into my head that he was playing some part ; that his talk was delusive , his anger feigned ...
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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