Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... bales and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light filtering through the jalousies out of the blinding sunlight of Jamaica . A moment after , the door opened once more and a young man came out to me ; tall 4 ROMANCE.
... bales and the white , and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light filtering through the jalousies out of the blinding sunlight of Jamaica . A moment after , the door opened once more and a young man came out to me ; tall 4 ROMANCE.
Page 12
... once in the hands of the smugglers , his cousin and Castro would be safe enough from the runners ; it would have needed a troop of horse to take them . The difficulty was that of late the smug- glers themselves had become demoralized ...
... once in the hands of the smugglers , his cousin and Castro would be safe enough from the runners ; it would have needed a troop of horse to take them . The difficulty was that of late the smug- glers themselves had become demoralized ...
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... once after I'd let you go . I ought to have kept you out of it . You came near being murdered . And to think of it - you , her brother - to be— ” " Oh , it's all right , " I said gayly , " it's all right . You've to stand by Veronica ...
... once after I'd let you go . I ought to have kept you out of it . You came near being murdered . And to think of it - you , her brother - to be— ” " Oh , it's all right , " I said gayly , " it's all right . You've to stand by Veronica ...
Page 36
... once , and then stopped , looking at me with a certain tender irony . He insisted , though , that his aged uncle was in need of him . As for Castro - he and his rags came out of a life of sturt and strife , and I hoped he might die by ...
... once , and then stopped , looking at me with a certain tender irony . He insisted , though , that his aged uncle was in need of him . As for Castro - he and his rags came out of a life of sturt and strife , and I hoped he might die by ...
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... once . Through the scuttle of the half - deck we heard a hubbub of voices , of people ex- changing greetings , of Christian names called out joyously . A tumultuous shuffling of feet went on con- tinuously over our heads . The ship was ...
... once . Through the scuttle of the half - deck we heard a hubbub of voices , of people ex- changing greetings , of Christian names called out joyously . A tumultuous shuffling of feet went on con- tinuously over our heads . The ship was ...
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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...