Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... hand . In that land of white clothes , that precise , an- cient , Castilian in black was something to remember . The black cane that had made the tap , tap , tap dangled by a silken cord from the hand whose delicate blue- veined ...
... hand . In that land of white clothes , that precise , an- cient , Castilian in black was something to remember . The black cane that had made the tap , tap , tap dangled by a silken cord from the hand whose delicate blue- veined ...
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... hand was clutch- ing my windpipe . " Don't you so much as squeak , Mr. Castro , " a voice whispered in my ear . The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the other . Darbies . I'll ...
... hand was clutch- ing my windpipe . " Don't you so much as squeak , Mr. Castro , " a voice whispered in my ear . The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the other . Darbies . I'll ...
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... hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into sight . " Don't let them hang me , Jack Rangsley , " I sobbed . " You know I'm no spy ...
... hand light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into sight . " Don't let them hang me , Jack Rangsley , " I sobbed . " You know I'm no spy ...
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... hands at my throat . It is what we all ask , I suppose ; and we get it sometimes in ten - minute snatches . I didn't ... hand , kept up an unintelligible babble . Carlos and Castro talked under their breaths . Along the gunwale there was ...
... hands at my throat . It is what we all ask , I suppose ; and we get it sometimes in ten - minute snatches . I didn't ... hand , kept up an unintelligible babble . Carlos and Castro talked under their breaths . Along the gunwale there was ...
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... tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak , ragged at the edges , and his feet were often bare ; at his side would lie his wooden right hand . As a rule , 1 the place of his forearm was taken by a THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 33.
... tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak , ragged at the edges , and his feet were often bare ; at his side would lie his wooden right hand . As a rule , 1 the place of his forearm was taken by a THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 33.
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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...