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That afternoon I was upstairs, looking at the reflection of myself in the tall glass,
wondering miserably why I seemed to be such an oaf. The voice of Rooksby
hailed me suddenly from downstairs. " Hey, John — John Kemp ; come down, I
My name's John Kemp," I said. The other grunted. " Hurry up, Thoms." " But, Mr.
Lillywhite," Thoms reasoned, " he don't speak like a Dago. Split me if he do! And
we aint in a friendly country either, you know that. We can't afford to rile the gentry
John Kemp," I called. " I'm true blue." " Blue be hanged ! " a voice shouted back. "
What be you a-doing with runners? " The riot went on — forty or fifty voices. The
runners were seized ; several hands caught at me. It was impossible to make ...
Then we came to a halt, and Rangsley called sharply from close to me: " Now,
you runners — and you, John Kemp — here you be on the brink of eternity,
above the old quarry. There's a sheer drop of a hundred feet. We'll tie your legs
Ah, amigo mio, but you must now," said Carlos gently — " you must " And, looking
me straight in the face with a still, penetrating glance of his big, romantic eyes, " It
is a good life," he whispered seductively, " and I like you, John Kemp. You are ...
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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