He had thin red hair , untidy for want of a valet , a shining , delicate , hooked nose
, narrow - lidded blue eyes , and a face with the color and texture of a white -
heart cherry . He used to spend his days in a hooded chair . My mother managed
It was crossed again and again by the small fir - trunks that were little more than
wands . A woodpigeon rose with a sudden crash of sound , flapping away
against the branches . My pulse was dancinig with delight — my heart , too . It
was like a ...
From down the long hill came a small sound of horses ' hoofs — a sound like the
beating of the heart , intermittent — a muffled thud on turf , and a faint clink of iron
. It seemed to die away unheard by the runner beside me . Presently there was ...
But I can still remember how , at that moment , I made the acquaintance of my
heart — a thing that bounded and leapt within my chest , a little sickeningly . The
other details I forget . Jack Rangsley was a tall , big - boned , thin man , with ...
Then he waited , and against the light of the window I could see him mopping his
forehead with the sleeve of his coat ; my heart began to beat softly and insistently
— out of sympathy . Suddenly , from the deep shadow of the cloud above the ...
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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