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But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales
in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the
figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to ...
I remember her face of that day ; her eyes were gray — the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then traveled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance — remember I was
My mother managed everything, leading an out-of-door life which gave her face
the color of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tight-lipped,
brown- eyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
Ah, amigo mio, but you must now," said Carlos gently — -" you must " And,
looking me straight in the face with a still, penetrating glance of his big, romantic
eyes, " It is a good life," he whispered seductively, " and I like you, John Kemp.
You are ...
His face was very pale, and had the leaden transparency of a boiled artichoke ; it
was fringed by a red beard streaked with gray, as brown flood-water is with foam.
I noticed at last that the reason for his presenting his forehead to me was an ...
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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