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... hooked nose that had, on the skin stretched tight over the bridge, the polish of
old ivory; the elbow pressing the black cocked hat against the side; the legs, one
bent, the other bowing a little back—this was the attitude of Seraphina's father.
Carlos and Castro had entered with a tall, immobile, gold-spectacled Spaniard,
dressed all in white, and with a certain air of noticing and attentive deference,
bowing a little as he entered the cabin in earnest conference with Tomas Castro.
He bowed to me a little. “There will come a very great trouble,” he said. Jamaica
was in those days—and remained for many years after— in the throes of a
question. The question was, of course, that of the abolition of slavery. The
planters as a ...
He bowed a little exaggeratedly to me and said: “Ah, ye are that famous Mr.
Kemp.” I said that I imagined him the more famous Seņor Juez O'Brien. “It's little
use saying ye arren't famous,” he said. His voice had the faint, infinitely sweet
twang of ...
He mentioned my name and the relationship, then rehearsed the innumerable
titles of his uncle, ending “and patron of the Bishopric of Pinar del Rio.” I stood
stiffly in front of the old man. He bowed his head at intervals, holding the silver
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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