Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 9
... seemed unjust that she should go out into the great world - to Bath , to Brighton , should see the Prince Regent and the great fights on Hounslow Heath -whilst I was to remain forever a farmer's boy . That afternoon I was upstairs ...
... seemed unjust that she should go out into the great world - to Bath , to Brighton , should see the Prince Regent and the great fights on Hounslow Heath -whilst I was to remain forever a farmer's boy . That afternoon I was upstairs ...
Page 11
... seemed incredible to me . Here was an adventure , and I was shocked to see that Rooksby was in a pitiable state about it . " But , Ralph , " I said , " I would help Carlos . " " Oh , you , " he said fretfully . " You want to run your ...
... seemed incredible to me . Here was an adventure , and I was shocked to see that Rooksby was in a pitiable state about it . " But , Ralph , " I said , " I would help Carlos . " " Oh , you , " he said fretfully . " You want to run your ...
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... seemed to know them no better . I lived with Carlos in the cabin - Castro in the half - deck ; but we were all three pretty constantly together , and they being the only Spaniards on board , we were more or less isolated from the other ...
... seemed to know them no better . I lived with Carlos in the cabin - Castro in the half - deck ; but we were all three pretty constantly together , and they being the only Spaniards on board , we were more or less isolated from the other ...
Page 39
... seemed to drag a little . And it was obvious enough that Carlos was un- willing or unable to tell anything about what pre- occupied him . I had noticed an intimacy spring up between the ship's second mate and Tomas , who was , it seemed ...
... seemed to drag a little . And it was obvious enough that Carlos was un- willing or unable to tell anything about what pre- occupied him . I had noticed an intimacy spring up between the ship's second mate and Tomas , who was , it seemed ...
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... 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 Spanish . " Señor , it would be a great folly ...
... 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 Spanish . " Señor , it would be a great folly ...
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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...