Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 121
... Manuel- del - Popolo Isturiz , and this Tomas Castro ? The Señor Caballero can tell at once . Look at me . I am the finer man . I would have you ask the ladies of Rio Medio , and leave the verdict to them . This Castro is an Andalou - a ...
... Manuel- del - Popolo Isturiz , and this Tomas Castro ? The Señor Caballero can tell at once . Look at me . I am the finer man . I would have you ask the ladies of Rio Medio , and leave the verdict to them . This Castro is an Andalou - a ...
Page 123
... Manuel - del - Popolo ; " you may go and see to the sailing . Hurry ; it is growing late . " Manuel blazed silently , and stalked out of the door as if he had an electric cloud round his head . Castro turned towards me . Tomas " You are ...
... Manuel - del - Popolo ; " you may go and see to the sailing . Hurry ; it is growing late . " Manuel blazed silently , and stalked out of the door as if he had an electric cloud round his head . Castro turned towards me . Tomas " You are ...
Page 124
... find their places . " " He paused to listen to the sounds that came from above . " That Manuel is a fool , " he said without rancour ; " he is mad with jealousy because 44 for this day I have command here . But , 124 ROMANCE.
... find their places . " " He paused to listen to the sounds that came from above . " That Manuel is a fool , " he said without rancour ; " he is mad with jealousy because 44 for this day I have command here . But , 124 ROMANCE.
Page 156
... Manuel . He lived soberly , like a Spaniard , in some hut in the nearest of the villages , with an old woman who swept the earth floor and cooked his food at an outside fire - his puchero and tortillas and rolled for him his provision ...
... Manuel . He lived soberly , like a Spaniard , in some hut in the nearest of the villages , with an old woman who swept the earth floor and cooked his food at an outside fire - his puchero and tortillas and rolled for him his provision ...
Page 168
... Manuel has made a song already . And do you know its burden , Señor ? Killing is its burden . I would the devil had all these Improvisadores . They gape round him while he twangs and screeches , the wind - bag ! And he knows what words ...
... Manuel has made a song already . And do you know its burden , Señor ? Killing is its burden . I would the devil had all these Improvisadores . They gape round him while he twangs and screeches , the wind - bag ! And he knows what words ...
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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 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 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 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...