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Castro, on his hands and knees, startled me by whispering at my feet : “Stand
aside, seņor''. . . . . 166 Standing there, in the midst of the whispering,
bareheaded, kneeling, and villainous crowd, I had a vivid vision of her pale, dim,
pitiful face .
But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales
in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the
figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to ...
I remember her face of that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then traveled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
My mother managed everything, leading - - an out-of-door life which gave her
face the color of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tight-lipped
, browneyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
He ended his days on the gallows, of course, but that was long afterwards. “I'd
give a dollar to know what's going on in those runners' heads,” Rangsley said,
pointing back with his crop. He laughed gayly. The great white face of ...
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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