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But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales
in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the
figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to ...
I remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray — the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then travelled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This-glance — remember I ...
My mother managed everything, leading an out-of-door life which gave her face
the colour of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tight-lipped,
brown-eyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
... face, and his hat was pressed down over his eyes. The thing seemed
incredible to me. Here was an adventure, and I was shocked to see that Rooksby
was in a pitiable state about it. "But, Ralph," I said, "I would help Carlos." " Oh, you
," he ...
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 sight. "Don't let
them hang me, Jack Rangsley," I sobbed. "You know I'm no spy. Don't let 'em ...
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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