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... into sight. " Don't let them hang me, Jack Rangsley," I sobbed. 14. ROMANCE.
Don't let 'em hang me, Jack." He rode his horse up to me, and caught me by the
collar. " Hold your tongue," he said roughly. He began to make a set speech,
anathematizing runners. He moved to tie our feet, and hang us by our finger-nails
They would hang any undesirable man, like these runners, whom it would make
too great a stir to murder outright, over the edge of a low bank, and swear to him
that he was clawing the brink of Shakespeare's Cliff or any other hundred-foot ...
And it's a hanging job, too? But it's no affair of mine." He stopped and reflected for
an instant. I could feel Carlos' eyes upon us, looking out of the thick darkness. A
slight rustling came from the corner that hid Castro. "She passes down channel ...
... his high soul — I gave him credit for a high soul — could put up with the
squalid ferocity with which I credited Castro. It seemed to hang in the air round
the grotesque raggedness of the saturnine brown man. Carlos had made Spain
too hot to ...
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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