Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... hold out infinite possibilities of romance , of adventure , of love , perhaps , and stores of gold . In the family my mother counted ; my father did not . She was the daughter of a Scottish earl who had ruined himself again and again ...
... hold out infinite possibilities of romance , of adventure , of love , perhaps , and stores of gold . In the family my mother counted ; my father did not . She was the daughter of a Scottish earl who had ruined himself again and again ...
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... hold of He'd show me a little Ralph remained lost in a kind of gloomy abstraction , while I went on worrying him for Carlos ' address . " Carlos is the only soul I know outside five miles from here . Besides , he's friends in the Indies ...
... hold of He'd show me a little Ralph remained lost in a kind of gloomy abstraction , while I went on worrying him for Carlos ' address . " Carlos is the only soul I know outside five miles from here . Besides , he's friends in the Indies ...
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... hold of my collar . At the steep of the hill the men and horses came into sight against the white sky , a confused ... Hold your tongues . you fools ! Hold your tongues ! 99 Someone else called : " Hear to THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 17.
... hold of my collar . At the steep of the hill the men and horses came into sight against the white sky , a confused ... Hold your tongues . you fools ! Hold your tongues ! 99 Someone else called : " Hear to THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 17.
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... Hold your tongue , " he said roughly . He began to make a set speech , anathematizing runners . He moved to tie our feet , and hang us by our finger - nails over the quarry edge . A hubbub of assent and dissent went up ; then the crowd ...
... Hold your tongue , " he said roughly . He began to make a set speech , anathematizing runners . He moved to tie our feet , and hang us by our finger - nails over the quarry edge . A hubbub of assent and dissent went up ; then the crowd ...
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... hold your tongue ! " Ralph answered him . " There's mischief enough . He shall go to France . " “ Oh , let the young blade rip about the world for a year or two , squire , " Rangsley's voice said from behind us . In the end Ralph let me ...
... hold your tongue ! " Ralph answered him . " There's mischief enough . He shall go to France . " “ Oh , let the young blade rip about the world for a year or two , squire , " Rangsley's voice said from behind us . In the end Ralph let me ...
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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 Lugareņos 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 Seņor Seņorita 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...