Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... any other hundred - foot drop . The wretched creatures suffered all the tortures of death before they let go , and , as a rule , they never returned to our parts . CHAPTER THREE THE spirit of the age has changed ; 20 ROMANCE.
... any other hundred - foot drop . The wretched creatures suffered all the tortures of death before they let go , and , as a rule , they never returned to our parts . CHAPTER THREE THE spirit of the age has changed ; 20 ROMANCE.
Page 31
... that I was going not to adventure , but to death ; that here was not romance , but an end — a disenchanted surprise that it should soon be all over . We kept a grim silence . Further out in the THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 31.
... that I was going not to adventure , but to death ; that here was not romance , but an end — a disenchanted surprise that it should soon be all over . We kept a grim silence . Further out in the THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 31.
Page 129
... death upon it , like an alabaster effigy of an old knight in a cathedral . On the red - velvet hangings of the bed was an immense coat - of - arms , worked in silk and surrounded by a collar , with the golden sheep hanging from the ring ...
... death upon it , like an alabaster effigy of an old knight in a cathedral . On the red - velvet hangings of the bed was an immense coat - of - arms , worked in silk and surrounded by a collar , with the golden sheep hanging from the ring ...
Page 141
... Death hovered over that table and also , as it were , the breath of past ages . The multitude of lights , the polished floor of costly wood , the bare whiteness of walls wainscotted with marble , the vastness of the room , the imposing ...
... Death hovered over that table and also , as it were , the breath of past ages . The multitude of lights , the polished floor of costly wood , the bare whiteness of walls wainscotted with marble , the vastness of the room , the imposing ...
Page 145
... death had made a great solitude round his declining years . Yes , that sorrow , and the base intrigues of that man - a fugitive , a hanger - on of her mother's family - recommended to Don Balthasar's grace by her mother's favour . Yes ...
... death had made a great solitude round his declining years . Yes , that sorrow , and the base intrigues of that man - a fugitive , a hanger - on of her mother's family - recommended to Don Balthasar's grace by her mother's favour . Yes ...
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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...