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He had thin red hair, untidy for want of a valet, a shining, delicate, hooked nose,
narrow-lidded blue eyes, and a face with the color and texture of a white-heart
cherry. He used to spend his days in a hooded chair. My mother managed ...
A woodpigeon rose with a sudden crash of sound, flapping away against the
branches. My pulse was dancing with delight—my heart, too. It was like a game
of hide-and-seek, and yet it was life at last. Everything grew silent again, and I
From down the long hill came a small sound of horses' hoofs—a sound like the
beating of the heart, intermittent—a muffled thud on turf, and a faint clink of iron. It
seemed to die away unheard by the runner beside me. Presently there was a ...
But I can still remember how, at that moment, I made the acquaintance of my
heart—a thing that bounded and leapt within my chest, a little sickeningly. The
other details I forget. Jack Rangsley was a tall, big-boned, thin man, with
Then he waited, and against the light of the window I could see him mopping his
forehead with the sleeve of his coat; my heart began to beat softly and insistently
—out of sympathy. Suddenly, from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea, ...
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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