Romance : a Novel: Complete Works, V. 7Doubleday, Page, 1924 - 541 pages |
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... light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into sight . " Don't let them hang me , Jack Rangsley , " I sobbed . " You know I'm no spy . Don't ...
... light a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses ' heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into sight . " Don't let them hang me , Jack Rangsley , " I sobbed . " You know I'm no spy . Don't ...
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... light he looked like a man mortally wounded , riding from a battle - field . " Let him come with us , " the musical voice of Carlos came through the mist in front of us . " He shall see the world a little . ” " For God's sake hold your ...
... light he looked like a man mortally wounded , riding from a battle - field . " Let him come with us , " the musical voice of Carlos came through the mist in front of us . " He shall see the world a little . ” " For God's sake hold your ...
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... the silence of the long , narrow main street . Every now and then Carlos Riego coughed lamentably , but Tomas Castro rode in gloomy silence . There was a light here and there in a window , but not a soul stirring 24 ROMANCE.
... the silence of the long , narrow main street . Every now and then Carlos Riego coughed lamentably , but Tomas Castro rode in gloomy silence . There was a light here and there in a window , but not a soul stirring 24 ROMANCE.
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... light , against which the chimneys of the opposite houses were silhouetted . The church clock began muffledly to chime the quarters behind us ; then the hour struck- ten strokes . Rangsley set one of his lanthorns on the window and ...
... light , against which the chimneys of the opposite houses were silhouetted . The church clock began muffledly to chime the quarters behind us ; then the hour struck- ten strokes . Rangsley set one of his lanthorns on the window and ...
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... light , bowing a little . With a certain courtesy , touched with indifference , Carlos made him acquainted with me . Ramon turned his searching , quietly analytic gaze upon me . " But is the caballero going over , too ? " he asked ...
... light , bowing a little . With a certain courtesy , touched with indifference , Carlos made him acquainted with me . Ramon turned his searching , quietly analytic gaze upon me . " But is the caballero going over , too ? " he asked ...
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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 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 302 - and then, in an insinuating, heart-breaking tone, "Senorita! . . ." She walked quietly past the figure of the woman, and disappeared in the brilliant light of the cabin. The door closed. I remained standing there. Manuel, at her disappearance, raised his voice to a tremendous, incessant yell of despair, as if he expected to make her hear.
Page 138 - Carlos, who understood fully the very great risks I ran in going to Havana in the ship that picked me up, had made use of O'Brien's own picaroons to save me from him. That was the story. Towards the end his breath came fast and short; there was a flush on his face; his eyes
Page 308 - and I'll have to give you the sack." "It's all right, captain. I can turn her round my little finger," said the young man cheerily. "Somebody has to do it if you won't—or can't. What shall we do with that yelping Dago? He's a distressful beast to have about the decks.
Page 88 - I looked at him, quite startled by this view of my case. He extended one plump hand towards me, and still further lowered his voice. "Now, I offer you a good berth, a snug berth. And 'tis a pretty spot." He got a sort of languorous honey into his voice, and drawled out, "The—the
Page 314 - Don Juan ever ask himself what Manuel could do to me—Tomas Castro? To me, who am poor and a vagabond, and a friend of Don Carlos, may his soul rest with God. Are all you English like princes that you should never think of anybody but yourselves?
Page 226 - Go back." It had no effect. More of them crowded in, though, of course, the greater part of that mob remained outside. The black rolled big eyes. He could not stop them; he did not like to leave his post; he dared not fire. "Go back; go back,
Page 38 - committed indiscretions, or quarrelled—and all these people quarrel, why, God knows—that Irish devil could hang many persons, even myself, or take vengeance on your worship." Carlos was silent as if in a reverie. At last he said: "But if affairs are like this, it would be well to have one more with us. The
Page 461 - Seraphina, and got drowned. Nichols! Who's Nichols? On that showing you are Nichols. Anybody may be Nichols. Who has ever seen him outside Rio Medio? I used to believe in him at one time, but, upon my word I begin to doubt whether there ever was such a man.
Page 223 - Casa? Murder forbade me even as much as to look out of the windows. Was there a ship outside? Cesar was positive there was not—not since I had arrived. Besides, the empty sea itself was unattainable, it seemed. I pressed the seal to my lips.
Page 298 - Forget Manuel! Impossible! Manuel, Sefior. For the love of God. Manuel. Manuel-del-Popolo. I did sing, deign to remember. I offered you my fidelity, Sefior. As you are a caballero, I charge you to remember. Save me, Sefior. Speak to those men. . . . For the sake of your honour,