Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 15
... speak like a Dago . Split me if he do ! And we ain't in a friendly country either , you know that . We can't afford to rile the gentry ! " I plucked up courage . " You'll get your heads broke , " I said , " if you wait much longer ...
... speak like a Dago . Split me if he do ! And we ain't in a friendly country either , you know that . We can't afford to rile the gentry ! " I plucked up courage . " You'll get your heads broke , " I said , " if you wait much longer ...
Page 35
... 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 faithful dependent of ...
... 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 faithful dependent of ...
Page 74
... speak very slowly , very distinctly , and very mournfully . It was quite easy to understand him ; he declared his perfect innocence . No one listened to him ; his name was Pedro Nones . He ceased speaking , and someone on a horse , the ...
... speak very slowly , very distinctly , and very mournfully . It was quite easy to understand him ; he declared his perfect innocence . No one listened to him ; his name was Pedro Nones . He ceased speaking , and someone on a horse , the ...
Page 76
... speak to me . It was old Ramon , who was telling me that he had a special kind of Manchester goods at his store . He explained that they had arrived very lately , and that he had come from Spanish Town solely on their account . One made ...
... speak to me . It was old Ramon , who was telling me that he had a special kind of Manchester goods at his store . He explained that they had arrived very lately , and that he had come from Spanish Town solely on their account . One made ...
Page 86
... speak very loudly , lest you awaken my father , " she warned us . The old Don's face was still turned to the ceiling ... speak for me , Seņor Juez ? " I said in the best Spanish I could . The young girl looked at me once more , and then ...
... speak very loudly , lest you awaken my father , " she warned us . The old Don's face was still turned to the ceiling ... speak for me , Seņor Juez ? " I said in the best Spanish I could . The young girl looked at me once more , and then ...
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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 Lugareņos 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 Seņor Seņorita 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...