Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 19
... close to me : " Now , you runners - and you , John Kemp - here you be on the brink of eternity , above the old quarry . There's a sheer drop of a hundred feet . We'll tie your legs and hang you by your fingers . If you hang long enough ...
... close to me : " Now , you runners - and you , John Kemp - here you be on the brink of eternity , above the old quarry . There's a sheer drop of a hundred feet . We'll tie your legs and hang you by your fingers . If you hang long enough ...
Page 28
... close behind my " I know who they are . There were bills out for them this morning . I'd blow them , and take the reward , but for you and Squahre Rooksby . They're handy with their knives , too , I fancy . You mind me , and look to ...
... close behind my " I know who they are . There were bills out for them this morning . I'd blow them , and take the reward , but for you and Squahre Rooksby . They're handy with their knives , too , I fancy . You mind me , and look to ...
Page 40
... close to us then . Carlos looked at me with an expression of affection that a little shamed my lightness of tone : " I love you much more than a kinsman , Juan , ” he said . " I wish you could come with me . I try to arrange it . Later ...
... close to us then . Carlos looked at me with an expression of affection that a little shamed my lightness of tone : " I love you much more than a kinsman , Juan , ” he said . " I wish you could come with me . I try to arrange it . Later ...
Page 60
... close his ears and pretend not to hear . The planters had an- other grievance the pirates in the Gulf of Mexico . There was one in particular , a certain El Demonio or Diableto , who practically sealed the Florida passage ; it was ...
... close his ears and pretend not to hear . The planters had an- other grievance the pirates in the Gulf of Mexico . There was one in particular , a certain El Demonio or Diableto , who practically sealed the Florida passage ; it was ...
Page 91
... close to us , and handed it to her father , who had leant a little forward in his chair . Every movement of hers affected me with an intimate joy ; it was as if I had been waiting to see just that carriage of the neck , just that proud ...
... close to us , and handed it to her father , who had leant a little forward in his chair . Every movement of hers affected me with an intimate joy ; it was as if I had been waiting to see just that carriage of the neck , just that proud ...
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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...