Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... suddenly dangled right before my eyes . It was Ro- mance ; you have no idea what it meant to me to talk to Carlos Riego . Rooksby was kind enough . He had me over to the Priory , where I made the acquaintance of the two maiden ladies ...
... suddenly dangled right before my eyes . It was Ro- mance ; you have no idea what it meant to me to talk to Carlos Riego . Rooksby was kind enough . He had me over to the Priory , where I made the acquaintance of the two maiden ladies ...
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... sudden halt , and began furiously to switch his corded legs . " Curse Carlos , and his Castro , too . They'll have me in jail betwixt them . They're both in my red barn , if you want their direction . He hurried on suddenly up the hill ...
... sudden halt , and began furiously to switch his corded legs . " Curse Carlos , and his Castro , too . They'll have me in jail betwixt them . They're both in my red barn , if you want their direction . He hurried on suddenly up the hill ...
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... sudden catastrophe . A hand was clutch- ing my windpipe . " Don't you so much as squeak , Mr. Castro , " a voice whispered in my ear . The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the ...
... sudden catastrophe . A hand was clutch- ing my windpipe . " Don't you so much as squeak , Mr. Castro , " a voice whispered in my ear . The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to the road . the ...
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... Suddenly he paused and looked up at me . “ This ain't— Mr. Lillywhite , I don't believe this ain't a Jack Spaniard . " The clinks of bits and stirrup - irons came down in a waft again . .. " That be hanged for a tale , Thoms , " the man ...
... Suddenly he paused and looked up at me . “ This ain't— Mr. Lillywhite , I don't believe this ain't a Jack Spaniard . " The clinks of bits and stirrup - irons came down in a waft again . .. " That be hanged for a tale , Thoms , " the man ...
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... Suddenly , from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea , a yellow light flashed silently out — very small , very distant , very short - lived . Rangsley heaved a deep sigh and slapped me heavily on the shoulder . " All serene , my ...
... Suddenly , from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea , a yellow light flashed silently out — very small , very distant , very short - lived . Rangsley heaved a deep sigh and slapped me heavily on the shoulder . " All serene , my ...
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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...