Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... light behind her , gilding the curve of her face from ear to chin , lost itself in the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not quite black . She spoke as if the words clung to her lips ; as if she had to put them forth ...
... light behind her , gilding the curve of her face from ear to chin , lost itself in the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not quite black . She spoke as if the words clung to her lips ; as if she had to put them forth ...
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... light on the tree - trunks . I moved forward again , getting back towards the road . Against the glimmer of dead light I thought I caught the outlines of a man's hat down among the tossing lines of the bracken . I whispered loudly ...
... light on the tree - trunks . I moved forward again , getting back towards the road . Against the glimmer of dead light I thought I caught the outlines of a man's hat down among the tossing lines of the bracken . I whispered loudly ...
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... light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the other . Darbies . I'll tackle Mind his knife . ” I was like a confounded rabbit in their hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked me out ...
... light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the other . Darbies . I'll tackle Mind his knife . ” I was like a confounded rabbit in their hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked me out ...
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... light . Suddenly he paused and looked up at me . " This ain't― Mr. Lillywhite , I don't believe this ain't a Jack Spaniard . " The clinks of bits and stirrup - irons came down in a waft again . " That be hanged for a tale , Thoms ...
... light . Suddenly he paused and looked up at me . " This ain't― Mr. Lillywhite , I don't believe this ain't a Jack Spaniard . " The clinks of bits and stirrup - irons came down in a waft again . " That be hanged for a tale , Thoms ...
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... light he looked like a man mortally wounded , riding from a battle - field . " Let him come with us , " the musical voice of Carlos came through the mist in front of us . " He shall see the world a little . ” " For God's sake hold your ...
... light he looked like a man mortally wounded , riding from a battle - field . " Let him come with us , " the musical voice of Carlos came through the mist in front of us . " He shall see the world a little . ” " For God's sake hold your ...
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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 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 waiting 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...