Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 38
... English lord would undertake to join with the picaroons , it is very assuredly not safe . " Carlos made a little exclamation of mild astonish- ment . " Pero ? Is it so bad as that in my uncle's own town ? " Tomas muttered something that ...
... English lord would undertake to join with the picaroons , it is very assuredly not safe . " Carlos made a little exclamation of mild astonish- ment . " Pero ? Is it so bad as that in my uncle's own town ? " Tomas muttered something that ...
Page 48
... English are , " he said sardonically to Carlos . And then to me , “ If the seņor speaks loudly again , I shall kill him . " He was evidently very frightened of something . Carlos , silent as an apparition at the foot of the lad- der ...
... English are , " he said sardonically to Carlos . And then to me , “ If the seņor speaks loudly again , I shall kill him . " He was evidently very frightened of something . Carlos , silent as an apparition at the foot of the lad- der ...
Page 58
... English say , or Mexican privateers , as the Havana authorities say . I do not very much care . Basta , what I know is that every week some ship with a letter of marque steals one of my consignments , and I lose many hundreds of dollars ...
... English say , or Mexican privateers , as the Havana authorities say . I do not very much care . Basta , what I know is that every week some ship with a letter of marque steals one of my consignments , and I lose many hundreds of dollars ...
Page 59
... English . It will never again be Spanish , nor do I wish that it should . But our little , waspish friend there " -he lifted one thin , brown hand to the sign of the Buckatoro Journal " his paper is doing much mischief . I think the ...
... English . It will never again be Spanish , nor do I wish that it should . But our little , waspish friend there " -he lifted one thin , brown hand to the sign of the Buckatoro Journal " his paper is doing much mischief . I think the ...
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... English heretics ! " There was a forward rush of the crowd , which carried me away . Someone in front began to shout orders , and the crowd swayed back again . The infantry muskets rattled . The commotion lasted some time . When it ...
... English heretics ! " There was a forward rush of the crowd , which carried me away . Someone in front began to shout orders , and the crowd swayed back again . The infantry muskets rattled . The commotion lasted some time . When it ...
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admiral Alguazil answered asked began boat Bow Street runners bowed breath caballero called Carlos Casa Riego cloak cried Cuba dark dead death deck Don Balthasar Don Carlos door ears El Rubio English eyes face Father Antonio fear feet felt glance gone hair hand hang Havana head heard heart honour immense Inglez Jamaica John Kemp Juan Juez Kemp Kingston knew lanthorn laughed light Lion lips looked Lord Stowell Lugareņos Macdonald Manuel matter murder murmured never Nichols night O'Brien once pirates Ramon Rangsley ravine Rio Medio romance Rooksby round sail saturnine schooner Sebright seemed seen Seņor Seņorita Seraphina shadow ship shoulders shouted side sight silence smile sort soul sound Spanish stood suddenly talk tell thing thought throat Tomas Castro turned uncle voice walked wall whispered Williams woman words
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Page 53 - He will get us murdered," he said. "Do you think we are safe here? If these people here heard that name they wouldn't wait to ask who your worship is. They would tear us to pieces in an instant. I tell you — moi, Tomas Castro — he will ruin us, this white fool " Carlos began to cough, shaken speechless as if by an invisible devil. Castro's eyes ran furtively all round him, then he looked at me. He made an extraordinary swift motion with his right hand, and I saw that he was facing me with a long...
Page 6 - ... from the hand whose delicate blueveined, wrinkled wrist ran back into a foam of lawn ruffles. The other hand paused in the act of conveying a pinch of snuff to the nostrils of the hooked nose that had, on the skin stretched tight over the bridge, the polish of old ivory; the elbow pressing the black cocked hat against the side; the legs, one bent, the other bowing a little back — this was the attitude of Seraphina's father. Having imperiously thrust the door of the inner room open, he remained...