This glance—remember I was young on that day—had been enough to set me
wondering what they were thinking of me; what they could have seen of me. “But
there he is—your Seņor Ramon,” she said to her father, as if she were chiding
First there was Rooksby: a pleasant, well-spoken, amiable young squire of the
immediate neighborhood; young Sir Ralph, a man popular with all sorts, and in
love with my sister Veronica from early days. Veronica was very beautiful, and
“What! 'Tis the young 'un,” he grunted, after a moment. “Read the warrant, Thoms.
” My captor began to fumble in his pocket, pulled out a paper, and bent down into
the light. Suddenly he paused and looked up at me. “This aint Jack Spaniard.
Young Kemp's mother's a bad 'un. An informer he is. Up with 'em!” I was pulled
down on my knees, then thrust forward, and then left to myself while they rushed
to bonnet Lillywhite. I stumbled against a great, quiet farm horse. A continuous ...
“Oh, let the young blade rip about the world for a year or two, squire,” Rangsley's
voice said from behind us. In the end Ralph let me go with Carlos—actually
across the sea, and to the West Indies. I begged and implored him; it seemed that
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - ToddSherman - LibraryThing
“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