Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 35
... mean , one must not speak too loudly on this ship . There is a man called O'Brien , who mis- manages my uncle's affairs . What do I know ? The good Tomas has been in some villainy that is no affair of mine . He is a good friend and a ...
... mean , one must not speak too loudly on this ship . There is a man called O'Brien , who mis- manages my uncle's affairs . What do I know ? The good Tomas has been in some villainy that is no affair of mine . He is a good friend and a ...
Page 41
... mean ? " I asked , bewildered . He looked at me , grinning , half naked , with amused contempt , for quite a long time , and at last offered sardonically to open my eyes for me . I said nothing . " Do you know what will happen to you ...
... mean ? " I asked , bewildered . He looked at me , grinning , half naked , with amused contempt , for quite a long time , and at last offered sardonically to open my eyes for me . I said nothing . " Do you know what will happen to you ...
Page 46
... mean ? But the second mate's , " Scoot , young man , " seemed to come to my ears like the blast of a trumpet . I be- came suddenly intensely anxious to find Macdonald- to see no more of Carlos . From above came suddenly a gruff voice in ...
... mean ? But the second mate's , " Scoot , young man , " seemed to come to my ears like the blast of a trumpet . I be- came suddenly intensely anxious to find Macdonald- to see no more of Carlos . From above came suddenly a gruff voice in ...
Page 53
... mean that I was to follow him aft The decks were covered with a jabbering turmoil of negroes with muscular arms and brawny shoulders . All their shining black faces seem to be momentarily gashed open to show rows of white teeth , and ...
... mean that I was to follow him aft The decks were covered with a jabbering turmoil of negroes with muscular arms and brawny shoulders . All their shining black faces seem to be momentarily gashed open to show rows of white teeth , and ...
Page 83
... mean in the '98 , " I said , a little insolently . O'Brien's eyes twinkled . He had , as a matter of fact , nearly lost his neck in the Irish fiasco , either in Clonmel or Sligo , bolting violently from the English dragoons , in the ...
... mean in the '98 , " I said , a little insolently . O'Brien's eyes twinkled . He had , as a matter of fact , nearly lost his neck in the Irish fiasco , either in Clonmel or Sligo , bolting violently from the English dragoons , in the ...
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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...