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Presently there was a crackling of the short pine branches, a rustle, and a hoarse
whisper said from above: "Other's cleared, Thoms. Got that one safe?" " All
serene." The man from above dropped down into the road, a clumsy, cloaked
A horseman, cloaked and muffled to the ears, trotted warily towards us. " What's
up? " he hailed from a matter of ten yards. " What are you showing that glim for?
Anything wrong below? " The runners kept silence ; we heard the click of a pistol
Jack Rangsley was a tall, big-boned, thin man, with something sinister in the
lines of his horseman's cloak, and something reckless in the way he set his
spurred heel on the ground. He was the son of an old Marsh squire. Old
Rangsley had ...
His head was knotted in a red, white-spotted handkerchief; his grizzled beard
was tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak, ragged at the edges, and his feet
were often bare; at his side would lie his wooden right hand. As a rule, the place
Tomas Castro dropped his ragged cloak with a grandiose gesture. " By my hand !
" he added with difficulty. He was really very much alarmed. Carlos was gazing
up the hatch. I was ready to laugh at the idea of dying by Tomas Castro's hand ...
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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