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... had become engaged to my sister Veronica , and I had a fit of jealous misery . I
was rawboned , with fair hair , I had a good skin , tanned by the weather , good
teeth , and brown eyes . I had not had a very happy life , and I had lived shut in on
...
... had become engaged to my sister Veronica , and I had a fit of jealous misery . I
was rawboned , with fair hair , I had a good skin , tanned by the weather , good
teeth , and brown eyes . I had not had a very happy life , and I had lived shut in on
...
Page 5
He had been an inventor , a projector , and my mother had been a pool beauty ,
brought up on the farm we still lived on the last rag of land that had remained to
her father . Then she had married a good man in his way ; a good enough catch ...
He had been an inventor , a projector , and my mother had been a pool beauty ,
brought up on the farm we still lived on the last rag of land that had remained to
her father . Then she had married a good man in his way ; a good enough catch ...
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... my heart began to beat softly and insistently — out of sympathy . Suddenly ,
from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea , a yellow light flashed silently
out — very small , very distant , very short - lived . Rangsley heaved a deep sigh ...
... my heart began to beat softly and insistently — out of sympathy . Suddenly ,
from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea , a yellow light flashed silently
out — very small , very distant , very short - lived . Rangsley heaved a deep sigh ...
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A thing that was " unnatural ” to Jack Rangsley — the man of darkness , who lived
forever as if in the shadow of the gallowswas a thing to be avoided . He was for
me nearly as romantic a figure as Carlos himself , but for his forbidding darkness
...
A thing that was " unnatural ” to Jack Rangsley — the man of darkness , who lived
forever as if in the shadow of the gallowswas a thing to be avoided . He was for
me nearly as romantic a figure as Carlos himself , but for his forbidding darkness
...
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But he , at least , if we went down together , would go gallantly , and without
complaint , at the end of a life with associations , movements , having lived and
regretted . I should disappear ingloriously on the very threshold . Castro ,
standing up ...
But he , at least , if we went down together , would go gallantly , and without
complaint , at the end of a life with associations , movements , having lived and
regretted . I should disappear ingloriously on the very threshold . Castro ,
standing up ...
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