Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 80
... O'Brien . " He went once more to the inner door , and , after a moment's whispering with someone within , returned to me . " My uncle still sleeps , " he said . " I must keep you a little longer . Ah , yes , the Señor O'Brien . He shall ...
... O'Brien . " He went once more to the inner door , and , after a moment's whispering with someone within , returned to me . " My uncle still sleeps , " he said . " I must keep you a little longer . Ah , yes , the Señor O'Brien . He shall ...
Page 81
... O'Brien . My uncle is a very old man , and if I die before him , this O'Brien , I think , will end by marrying my cousin , because my poor uncle is very much in his hands . There are other pretenders , but they have little chance ...
... O'Brien . My uncle is a very old man , and if I die before him , this O'Brien , I think , will end by marrying my cousin , because my poor uncle is very much in his hands . There are other pretenders , but they have little chance ...
Page 83
... O'Brien . " It's little use saying ye arren't famous , " he said . His voice had the faint , infinitely sweet twang of certain Irishry ; a thing as delicate and intangible as the scent of lime flowers . " Our noble friend " -he ...
... O'Brien . " It's little use saying ye arren't famous , " he said . His voice had the faint , infinitely sweet twang of certain Irishry ; a thing as delicate and intangible as the scent of lime flowers . " Our noble friend " -he ...
Page 84
... O'Brien said sud- denly , after an intent study of the insolent glance that I gave him . I disliked him because I knew nothing about the sort of man he was . He was , as a matter of fact , more alien to me than Carlos . And he gave me ...
... O'Brien said sud- denly , after an intent study of the insolent glance that I gave him . I disliked him because I knew nothing about the sort of man he was . He was , as a matter of fact , more alien to me than Carlos . And he gave me ...
Page 85
... O'Brien , with shrewd glances , rocked his chair . What did I want ? he inquired . To see life ? What he proposed ... O'Brien jeered . " But over there they winked and chuckled at the judge , and they do the same in Havana at us ...
... O'Brien , with shrewd glances , rocked his chair . What did I want ? he inquired . To see life ? What he proposed ... O'Brien jeered . " But over there they winked and chuckled at the judge , and they do the same in Havana at us ...
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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...