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I remember the rattling of the bolts on that door , and the tall figure that appeared
there , snuffbox in hand . In that land of white clothes , that precise , ancient ,
Castilian in black was something to remember . The black cane that had made
A hand was clutching my windpipe . “ Don ' t ... I was like a confounded rabbit in
their hands . One of ... I ought to have been exempt from these sordid haps , but
the man ' s hot leathery hand on my throat was like a foretaste of the other collar .
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
CHAPTER FOUR It was , I suppose , what I demanded of Fate — to be gently
wafted into the position of a hero of romance , without rough hands at my throat .
It is what we all ask , I suppose ; and we get it sometimes in ten - minute snatches
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 . As a rule , the ...
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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