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... 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
immovable, with no intention of entering, and called in a harsh, aged voice: "
Seņor Ramon!
... 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
immovable, with no intention of entering, and called in a harsh, aged voice: "
Seņor Ramon!
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Then for the first time I saw Seraphina, looking over her father's shoulder. I
remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of blue
. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned, and
then ...
Then for the first time I saw Seraphina, looking over her father's shoulder. I
remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of blue
. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned, and
then ...
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In the family my mother counted; my father did not. She was the daughter of a ... a
projector, and my mother had been a poor beauty, brought up on the farm we still
lived on—the last rag of land that had remained to her father. Then she had ...
In the family my mother counted; my father did not. She was the daughter of a ... a
projector, and my mother had been a poor beauty, brought up on the farm we still
lived on—the last rag of land that had remained to her father. Then she had ...
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... whom fear seemed to have turned into stone. We entered quietly, and after a
moment she looked up candidly into my eyes, and placed her finger on her lips,
motioning her head towards her father. She placed her hand CHAPTER THREE.
... whom fear seemed to have turned into stone. We entered quietly, and after a
moment she looked up candidly into my eyes, and placed her finger on her lips,
motioning her head towards her father. She placed her hand CHAPTER THREE.
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Contents
PART FOURTH BLADE AND GUITAR | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHT | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
PART THIRD CASA RIEGO | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER NINE | |
CHAPTER TEN | |
CHAPTER ELEVEN | |
PART FIFTH THE LOT OF MAN | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
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