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An echo stole back, “Hallo! Hallo—o-o”; then a number of voices. The horse
stood, drooping its head, and the man turned in his saddle. “Runners,” he
shouted, “Bow Street runners! Come along, come along, boys! We'll roast 'em. . . .
“Our noble friend"—he indicated Carlos with a little flutter of one white hand—“
has told me what make of a dare-devil gallant ye are; breaking the skulls of half
the Bow Street runners for the sake of a friend in distress. Well, I honor ye for it; I'
... of Carlos' clothes by the many flames of candles burning in a tall bronze
candelabrum, whose three legs figured the paws of a lion. And never, since I had
gone on the road to wait for the smugglers, and be choked by the Bow Street
and be choked by the Bow Street runners, had I remembered so well the house
in which I was born. It was as if, till then, I had never felt the need to look back. But
now, like something romantic and glamourous, there came before me ...
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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