Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... door open before the figure of an old man with the tired , long , white face , that day I am not likely to forget ... door ; the click of the latch ; the stream of light . The door , petulantly thrust inwards , struck against some ...
... door open before the figure of an old man with the tired , long , white face , that day I am not likely to forget ... door ; the click of the latch ; the stream of light . The door , petulantly thrust inwards , struck against some ...
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... door of the inner room open , he remained immovable , with no intention of entering , and called in a harsh , aged ... door swung to . I remained alone . The blue bales and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light ...
... door of the inner room open , he remained immovable , with no intention of entering , and called in a harsh , aged ... door swung to . I remained alone . The blue bales and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light ...
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... door life which gave her face the colour of a wrinkled pippin . It was the face of a Roman mother , tight - lipped , brown - eyed , and fierce . You may understand the kind of woman she was from the hands she employed on the farm . They ...
... door life which gave her face the colour of a wrinkled pippin . It was the face of a Roman mother , tight - lipped , brown - eyed , and fierce . You may understand the kind of woman she was from the hands she employed on the farm . They ...
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... door of a shipping agent . Castro pulls out a watch , and the old fellow jumps on it , vows it's his own , taken from him years before by some picaroons on his outward voyage . Out from the agent's comes another , and swears that Castro ...
... door of a shipping agent . Castro pulls out a watch , and the old fellow jumps on it , vows it's his own , taken from him years before by some picaroons on his outward voyage . Out from the agent's comes another , and swears that Castro ...
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... doors further on we came to a halt , and got down from our horses . Rangsley knocked on a shutter - panel , two hard ... door opened , and I saw into a lighted room filled " with wreaths of smoke . A paunchy man in a bob wig , with a ...
... doors further on we came to a halt , and got down from our horses . Rangsley knocked on a shutter - panel , two hard ... door opened , and I saw into a lighted room filled " with wreaths of smoke . A paunchy man in a bob wig , with a ...
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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...