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... hand (his arm had suffered in a cavalry charge), and exclaiming, " I, Tomas Castro! . . ." He was an Andalusian. For myself, the first shock of his strangeness overcome, I adored Carlos, and Veronica liked him, and laughed at him, till ...
... hand (his arm had suffered in a cavalry charge), and exclaiming, " I, Tomas Castro! . . ." He was an Andalusian. For myself, the first shock of his strangeness overcome, I adored Carlos, and Veronica liked him, and laughed at him, till ...
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... hand whose delicate blue - veined , wrinkled wrist . ran back into a foam of lawn ruffles . The other hand paused in the act of conveying a pinch of snuff to the nostrils of the hooked nose that had , on the skin stretched tight over ...
... hand whose delicate blue - veined , wrinkled wrist . ran back into a foam of lawn ruffles . The other hand paused in the act of conveying a pinch of snuff to the nostrils of the hooked nose that had , on the skin stretched tight over ...
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... hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked me out upon the hard road . We rolled down the embankment ... hand on my throat was like a foretaste of the other collar . And I was horribly afraid - horribly - of the sort of ...
... hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked me out upon the hard road . We rolled down the embankment ... hand on my throat was like a foretaste of the other collar . And I was horribly afraid - horribly - of the sort of ...
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... hands caught at me . It was impossible to make myself heard ; a fist struck me on the cheek . " Gibbet ' em , " somebody ... hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the ...
... hands caught at me . It was impossible to make myself heard ; a fist struck me on the cheek . " Gibbet ' em , " somebody ... hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the ...
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... hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head . " You're all right , " he said again . The hubbub of voices ceased ... hand left my arm ; there was a pause in the mo- tion of the procession . I caught a moment's sound of whispering ...
... hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head . " You're all right , " he said again . The hubbub of voices ceased ... hand left my arm ; there was a pause in the mo- tion of the procession . I caught a moment's sound of whispering ...
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admiral answered asked began boat Bow Street runners bowed breath caballero called Carlos Casa Riego cloak cried Cuba dark David Macdonald dead death deck Don Balthasar Don Carlos door ears El Rubio English eyes face Father Antonio fear feet felt gone hair hand hang Havana head heard heart immense Inglez Jamaica John Kemp Juan Juez Kemp Kingston knew laughed light Lion lips looked Lord Stowell Lugareños Macdonald Manuel matter murmured never Nichols night Nikola O'Brien once pirates pistol Ramon Rangsley ravine remember Rio Medio romance Rooksby round sail schooner Sebright seemed seen señor señorita Seraphina shadow ship shoulders shouted side sight silence smile sort soul sound Spanish stood suddenly talk tell thing thought throat Tomas Castro turned uncle voice waiting walked wall whispered Williams woman words
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