Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... 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 delicately for fear of damaging the frail things . She raised her long hand to a white ...
... 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 delicately for fear of damaging the frail things . She raised her long hand to a white ...
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... The alternative would have been a shabby , ignominious life at Calais , in the shadow of Brummel and such . My father used to sit all day by the fire , inscribing " ideas " every now and then in a pocket THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 5.
... The alternative would have been a shabby , ignominious life at Calais , in the shadow of Brummel and such . My father used to sit all day by the fire , inscribing " ideas " every now and then in a pocket THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 5.
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... shadow . A watery light before the moon's rising slanted down- wards from the hilltop along the opposite bank . We stood in utter silence . " If you stir a hair , " my captor said coolly , " I'll squeeze the blood out of your throat ...
... shadow . A watery light before the moon's rising slanted down- wards from the hilltop along the opposite bank . We stood in utter silence . " If you stir a hair , " my captor said coolly , " I'll squeeze the blood out of your throat ...
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... shadow called Thoms was for bolting across country ; but Lillywhite was not built for speed . Besides he did not know the lie of the land , and believed the Free Traders were mere bogeys . " They'll never touch us , " Lillywhite ...
... shadow called Thoms was for bolting across country ; but Lillywhite was not built for speed . Besides he did not know the lie of the land , and believed the Free Traders were mere bogeys . " They'll never touch us , " Lillywhite ...
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... shadow of a clump of roadside elms . I made out the forms of three or four horses standing with their heads together . " Come along , ” Rangsley said ; " up with you . We'll talk as we go . Someone helped me into a saddle ; my legs ...
... shadow of a clump of roadside elms . I made out the forms of three or four horses standing with their heads together . " Come along , ” Rangsley said ; " up with you . We'll talk as we go . Someone helped me into a saddle ; my legs ...
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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...