Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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... tell me , " I said . " You're going to marry Veronica . Well , you've no need of my blessing . Some people have all the luck . Here am I . look at me ! " Ralph walked with his head bent down . 66 ' Confound it , " I said , " I shall run ...
... tell me , " I said . " You're going to marry Veronica . Well , you've no need of my blessing . Some people have all the luck . Here am I . look at me ! " Ralph walked with his head bent down . 66 ' Confound it , " I said , " I shall run ...
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... tell Veronica why I'm going , but keep a shut mouth to my mother . Let her think I've run away - eh ? Don't spoil your chance . ' >> He was in such a state of repentance and flutter that he could not let me take a decent farewell . The ...
... tell Veronica why I'm going , but keep a shut mouth to my mother . Let her think I've run away - eh ? Don't spoil your chance . ' >> He was in such a state of repentance and flutter that he could not let me take a decent farewell . The ...
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... telling me about his former life and his adventures . The other passengers he dis- countenanced by a certain coldness of manner that made me ashamed of talking to them . I respected him so ; he was so wonderful to me then . Castro I ...
... telling me about his former life and his adventures . The other passengers he dis- countenanced by a certain coldness of manner that made me ashamed of talking to them . I respected him so ; he was so wonderful to me then . Castro I ...
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... tell . " What can she be to me since I have seen your ? " he said 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 ...
... tell . " What can she be to me since I have seen your ? " he said 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 ...
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... Tell me , O my Tomas , would it be safe to take this caballero , my cousin , to Rio Medio ? " Castro paused , and then murmured gruffly : " Señor , unless that Irishman is consulted beforehand , or the English lord would undertake to ...
... Tell me , O my Tomas , would it be safe to take this caballero , my cousin , to Rio Medio ? " Castro paused , and then murmured gruffly : " Señor , unless that Irishman is consulted beforehand , or the English lord would undertake to ...
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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...