Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 4
... and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light filtering through the jalousies out of the blinding sunlight of Jamaica . A moment after , the door opened once more and a young man came out to me ; tall 4 ROMANCE.
... and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light filtering through the jalousies out of the blinding sunlight of Jamaica . A moment after , the door opened once more and a young man came out to me ; tall 4 ROMANCE.
Page 10
... That Castro , with his Cuba , is nothing but a blasted buccaneer and Carlos is no better . They go to Liverpool for a passage to Jamaica , and see what comes of it ! " • It seems that on Liverpool docks , in the owl 10 ROMANCE.
... That Castro , with his Cuba , is nothing but a blasted buccaneer and Carlos is no better . They go to Liverpool for a passage to Jamaica , and see what comes of it ! " • It seems that on Liverpool docks , in the owl 10 ROMANCE.
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... Jamaica , and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London road to write a letter to his agent bidding him house me and employ me as an improver . For fear of compromis- ing him we waited in the shadow of trees a furlong or ...
... Jamaica , and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London road to write a letter to his agent bidding him house me and employ me as an improver . For fear of compromis- ing him we waited in the shadow of trees a furlong or ...
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... Jamaica . He had bought it - of a bad man , perhaps , I do not ask . It was Castro your police wished to take . But I , bon Dieu , do you think I would take watches ? " I certainly did not think he had taken a watch ; but I did not ...
... Jamaica . He had bought it - of a bad man , perhaps , I do not ask . It was Castro your police wished to take . But I , bon Dieu , do you think I would take watches ? " I certainly did not think he had taken a watch ; but I did not ...
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... Jamaica at all if you are bound for Cuba ? " He looked at me , smiling a little mournfully . " Ah , Juan mio , " he said , " Spain is not like your England , unchanging and stable . The party who reign to - day do not love me , and they ...
... Jamaica at all if you are bound for Cuba ? " He looked at me , smiling a little mournfully . " Ah , Juan mio , " he said , " Spain is not like your England , unchanging and stable . The party who reign to - day do not love me , and they ...
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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 Lugareños 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 Señor Señorita 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 waiting 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...