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... sort of mysterious potency of the laws that these men represented , and I could think of nothing to do . We stood in a little slanting cutting in the shadow . A watery light before the moon's rising slanted downwards from the hilltop ...
... sort of mysterious potency of the laws that these men represented , and I could think of nothing to do . We stood in a little slanting cutting in the shadow . A watery light before the moon's rising slanted downwards from the hilltop ...
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... sort of shimmering princess with hair like Veronica's , bright golden , and a face like that of a certain keeper's daughter . Carlos , however , knew nothing about his cousin ; he cared little more , as far as I could tell . What can 1 ...
... sort of shimmering princess with hair like Veronica's , bright golden , and a face like that of a certain keeper's daughter . Carlos , however , knew nothing about his cousin ; he cared little more , as far as I could tell . What can 1 ...
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... sort of pike , in the muddy waters , during the first years of the century . But the waters were clearing , and now the good Castro had been dodging the gallows in the Antilles or in Mexico . In his heroic moods he would swear that his ...
... sort of pike , in the muddy waters , during the first years of the century . But the waters were clearing , and now the good Castro had been dodging the gallows in the Antilles or in Mexico . In his heroic moods he would swear that his ...
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... sort of sinister restraint . He rose to his feet , and , turning his back to me , began to shave , squinting into a broken looking - glass . I had not the slightest inkling of his meaning . I only knew that going out of his berth was ...
... sort of sinister restraint . He rose to his feet , and , turning his back to me , began to shave , squinting into a broken looking - glass . I had not the slightest inkling of his meaning . I only knew that going out of his berth was ...
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... sort of thing , to wonder why Castro himself found it neces- sary to crouch for such a long time . Up above , the hum of many people , still laughing , still talking , faded a little out of mind . I understood , horribly , how possible ...
... sort of thing , to wonder why Castro himself found it neces- sary to crouch for such a long time . Up above , the hum of many people , still laughing , still talking , faded a little out of mind . I understood , horribly , how possible ...
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Page 115 - he would die of grief. The general effect of the place was of vitality exhausted, of a body calcined, of romance turned into stone. The still air, the hot sunshine, the white beach curving around the deserted sheet of water, the
Page 110 - I would like best to see you marry my cousin. Once before a woman of our race had married an Englishman. She had been happy. English things last forever—English peace, English power, English fidelity. It is a country of much serenity, of order,
Page 355 - WHY have I been brought here, your worships?" I asked, with a great deal of firmness. There were two figures in black, the one beside, the other behind a large black table. I was placed in front of them, between two soldiers, in the
Page 108 - king, had fought against the French, had a price put upon his head by a special proclamation. He had known passion, power, war, exile, and love. He had been thanked by his returned king,
Page 165 - their long knives. They came in a disorderly, shouting mob along the beach, intending this not for an attack, but as a simple demonstration. The sight of the open gate struck them with wonder. The bishop's coach
Page 108 - et armis, a nun from a convent, incurring the enmity of the Church and the displeasure of his sovereign. He had sacrificed all his fortune in Europe to the service of
Page 349 - of my hair was concealed by the handkerchief bound under my hat; my footsteps echoed loudly under the vault, and I penetrated into the heart of the city. And directly, it seemed to me, I had stepped back three hundred years. I had never seen anything so old; this was the abandoned inheritance of an adventurous race, that seemed to have thrown all its might, all its
Page 404 - Who is it that refuses to drink a glass of brandy?' He asked me what countryman I was, and if I was an American." There were two others from the unfortunate