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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 ...
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 ...
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 , browneyed , and fierce . You may understand the kind of woman she was
... tongues , you fools ! Hold your tongues ! . . . " Someone else called : " Hear to
Jack Rangsley . Hear to him ! " There was a silence . I saw a hand light a torch at
the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads ...
... it was the Byronic period then — sailing out to marry a 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
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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