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Then for the first time I saw Seraphina, looking over her father's shoulder. I
remember ... “But there he is—your Seņor Ramon,” she said to her father, as if
she were chiding him for a petulance in calling; “your sight is not very good, my
poor little ...
My father gave him a corner of his narrow-lidded eyes. “My man,” he said, “I
walked the streets with the highest in the land before your mother bore you in
Bridewell, or whatever jail it was.” “Oh, no offence,” the turnkey muttered. I said, “
Did you ...
I am the prisoner's father.” My father's voice broke the spell. I was in the court; the
candles were still burning; all the faces, lit up or in the shadow, were bunched
together in little groups; hands waved. The barrister whose face was like 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