Romance: A NovelDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 541 pages |
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Page 121
... Manuel- del - Popolo Isturiz , and this Tomas Castro ? The Señor Caballero can tell at once . Look at me . I am the finer man . I would have you ask the ladies of Rio Medio , and leave the verdict to them . This Castro is an Andalou - a ...
... Manuel- del - Popolo Isturiz , and this Tomas Castro ? The Señor Caballero can tell at once . Look at me . I am the finer man . I would have you ask the ladies of Rio Medio , and leave the verdict to them . This Castro is an Andalou - a ...
Page 123
... Manuel - del - Popolo ; " you may go and see to the sailing . Hurry ; it is growing late . ” · • Manuel blazed silently , and stalked out of the door as if he had an electric cloud round his head . Tomas Castro turned towards me . " You ...
... Manuel - del - Popolo ; " you may go and see to the sailing . Hurry ; it is growing late . ” · • Manuel blazed silently , and stalked out of the door as if he had an electric cloud round his head . Tomas Castro turned towards me . " You ...
Page 124
... find their places . " " He paused to listen to the sounds that came from above . " That Manuel is a fool , " he said without rancour ; " he is mad with jealousy because for this day I have command here . But , 124 ROMANCE.
... find their places . " " He paused to listen to the sounds that came from above . " That Manuel is a fool , " he said without rancour ; " he is mad with jealousy because for this day I have command here . But , 124 ROMANCE.
Page 156
... Manuel . He lived soberly , like a Spaniard , in some hut in the nearest of the villages , with an old woman who swept the earth floor and cooked his food at an outside fire his puchero and tortillas and rolled for him his provision of ...
... Manuel . He lived soberly , like a Spaniard , in some hut in the nearest of the villages , with an old woman who swept the earth floor and cooked his food at an outside fire his puchero and tortillas and rolled for him his provision of ...
Page 168
... Manuel has made a song already . And do you know its burden , Señor ? Killing is its burden . I would the devil had all these Improvisadores . They gape round him while he twangs and screeches , the wind - bag ! And he knows what words ...
... Manuel has made a song already . And do you know its burden , Señor ? Killing is its burden . I would the devil had all these Improvisadores . They gape round him while he twangs and screeches , the wind - bag ! And he knows what words ...
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admiral Alguazil answered asked began boat Bow Street runners bowed breath caballero cabin 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 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 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 157 - Carlos' room, with many cigarettes stuck behind his ears and in the band of his hat. When these were gone he grubbed for more in the depths of his clothing, somewhere near his skin. Puffs of smoke issued from his pursed lips; and the desolation of his pose, the sorrow of his round, wrinkled face, was so great that it seemed were he to cease smoking, he would die of grief. The general effect of the place was of vitality exhausted, of a body calcined, of romance turned into stone. The still air, the...
Page 51 - I was tired ; Romance had departed. Barnes and the Macdonald he had found for me represented all the laborious insects of the world ; all the ants who are for ever hauling immensely heavy and immensely unimportant burdens up weary hillocks, down steep places, getting nowhere and doing nothing.
Page 153 - ... lonely echoes, and strips of grass outlined in parallelograms the flagstones of the roadway. The Casa Riego raised its buttressed and loop-holed bulk near the shore, resembling a defensive outwork; on my other hand the shallow bay, vast, placid, and shining, extended itself behind the strip of coast like an enormous lagoon. The fronds of palmclusters dotted the beach over the glassy shimmer of the far distance. The dark and wooded slopes of the hills closed the view inland on every side.
Page 532 - If there were to be any possibility of saving my life, I had to tell what I had been through — and to tell it vividly — I had to narrate the story of my life; and my whole life came into my mind.