Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... night - malefactors to a man — and she liked that . The decent , slow - witted , gently devi- ous type of rustic could not live under her . The neighbours round declared that the Lady Mary Kemp's farm was a hotbed of disorder . I expect ...
... night - malefactors to a man — and she liked that . The decent , slow - witted , gently devi- ous type of rustic could not live under her . The neighbours round declared that the Lady Mary Kemp's farm was a hotbed of disorder . I expect ...
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... night of all nights , and me a justice as good as a married man ! " and I looked at him wonderingly in the dusk ; his high coat collar almost hid his face , and his hat was pressed down over his eyes . The thing seemed incredible to me ...
... night of all nights , and me a justice as good as a married man ! " and I looked at him wonderingly in the dusk ; his high coat collar almost hid his face , and his hat was pressed down over his eyes . The thing seemed incredible to me ...
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... night , as we knew well enough , both of us . They were coming in force from Canterbury way down to the Marsh . It had cost Ralph a pretty penny ; but , once in the hands of the smugglers , his cousin and Castro would be safe enough ...
... night , as we knew well enough , both of us . They were coming in force from Canterbury way down to the Marsh . It had cost Ralph a pretty penny ; but , once in the hands of the smugglers , his cousin and Castro would be safe enough ...
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... night , good - by . " I pulled my horse's head round and galloped down the hill . The main body had halted before setting out over the shingle to the shore . Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town , where we should find a man ...
... night , good - by . " I pulled my horse's head round and galloped down the hill . The main body had halted before setting out over the shingle to the shore . Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town , where we should find a man ...
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... night in your company . He threw a casement open . The moon was hidden from us by clouds , but , a long way off , over the distant sea , there was an irregular patch of silver light , against which the chimneys of the opposite houses ...
... night in your company . He threw a casement open . The moon was hidden from us by clouds , but , a long way off , over the distant sea , there was an irregular patch of silver light , against which the chimneys of the opposite houses ...
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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...