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... new sugar , of new rum ; the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great spectacles
, the piercing eyes in the mahogany face , while the tap , tap , tap of a cane on the
flags went on behind the inner door ; the click of the latch ; the stream of light .
The warm reflection of the light behind her , gilding the curve of her face from ear
to chin , lost itself in the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not
quite black . She spoke as if the words clung to her lips ; as if she had to put them
Then I plunged into it . The bracken underfoot rustled and rustled . I came to a
halt . A little bar of light lay on the horizon in front of me , almost colorless . It was
crossed again and again by the small fir - trunks that were little more than wands .
The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . Get him out on to the
road . I'll tackle the other .. Darbies . ... Mind his knife . ” I was like a confounded
rabbit in their hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked me out ...
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
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