Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... fear of damaging the frail things . She raised her long hand to a white flower that clung above her ear like the pen of a clerk , and disappeared . Ramon hurried with a stiffness of immense respect towards the ancient grandee . The door ...
... fear of damaging the frail things . She raised her long hand to a white flower that clung above her ear like the pen of a clerk , and disappeared . Ramon hurried with a stiffness of immense respect towards the ancient grandee . The door ...
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... fear for his neck , which had increased in value since its devotion to Veronica , he would have squired his cousin . As it was , he fluttered round the idea of letting me take his place . Finally he settled it ; and I embarked on a long ...
... fear for his neck , which had increased in value since its devotion to Veronica , he would have squired his cousin . As it was , he fluttered round the idea of letting me take his place . Finally he settled it ; and I embarked on a long ...
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... fear of compromis- ing him we waited in the shadow of trees a furlong or two down the road . He came at a trot , gave me the letter , drew me aside , and began upbraiding himself again . The others rode onwards . " Oh , it's all right ...
... fear of compromis- ing him we waited in the shadow of trees a furlong or two down the road . He came at a trot , gave me the letter , drew me aside , and began upbraiding himself again . The others rode onwards . " Oh , it's all right ...
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... fear so much as a feeling of dreariness and disappointment that had come over me , the sudden feeling that I was going not to adventure , but to death ; that here was not romance , but an end — a disenchanted surprise that it should ...
... fear so much as a feeling of dreariness and disappointment that had come over me , the sudden feeling that I was going not to adventure , but to death ; that here was not romance , but an end — a disenchanted surprise that it should ...
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... fear he has been a villain , too . What do I know ? Over there in my uncle's town , there are some villains- you know what I mean , one must not speak too loudly on this ship . There is a man called O'Brien , who mis- manages my uncle's ...
... fear he has been a villain , too . What do I know ? Over there in my uncle's town , there are some villains- you know what I mean , one must not speak too loudly on this ship . There is a man called O'Brien , who mis- manages my uncle's ...
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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...