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Pagina 11
The waves swished along the smooth beach ; the parrots screamed in the orange and ceiba - trees ; the palms waved their limber fronds foolishly like an awkward chorus at the prima donna's cue to enter . Suddenly the town was full of ...
The waves swished along the smooth beach ; the parrots screamed in the orange and ceiba - trees ; the palms waved their limber fronds foolishly like an awkward chorus at the prima donna's cue to enter . Suddenly the town was full of ...
Pagina 55
As they turned to enter the pulperia a native man , barefoot , glided noiselessly up and addressed the doctor in Spanish . He was yellowish - brown , like an over - ripe lemon ; he wore a cotton shirt and ragged linen trousers girded by ...
As they turned to enter the pulperia a native man , barefoot , glided noiselessly up and addressed the doctor in Spanish . He was yellowish - brown , like an over - ripe lemon ; he wore a cotton shirt and ragged linen trousers girded by ...
Pagina 67
... of the hotel that looked upon the street , and observing whether anyone should attempt to leave the house by any door or window . Goodwin himself went to the door through which the guests had entered , opened it and stepped inside .
... of the hotel that looked upon the street , and observing whether anyone should attempt to leave the house by any door or window . Goodwin himself went to the door through which the guests had entered , opened it and stepped inside .
Pagina 68
She looked up without surprise or alarm as her third caller entered . “ Ah ! it is the Seņor Goodwin . Not often does he honour my poor house by his presence . " “ I must come oftener , ” said Goodwin , with the Goodwin smile .
She looked up without surprise or alarm as her third caller entered . “ Ah ! it is the Seņor Goodwin . Not often does he honour my poor house by his presence . " “ I must come oftener , ” said Goodwin , with the Goodwin smile .
Pagina 69
He turned the knob of Number 9 , entered and closed the door behind him . If that was Isabel Guilbert seated by the table in that poorly furnished room , report had failed to do her charms justice . She rested her head upon one hand .
He turned the knob of Number 9 , entered and closed the door behind him . If that was Isabel Guilbert seated by the table in that poorly furnished room , report had failed to do her charms justice . She rested her head upon one hand .
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Pagina 14 - His Nibs skedaddled yesterday per jack-rabbit line with all the coin in the kitty and the bundle of muslin he's spoony about. The boodle is six figures short. Our crowd in good shape, but we need the spondulicks. You collar it. The main guy and the dry goods are headed for the briny. You to know what to do. BOB.
Pagina 59 - The mountains reached up their bulky shoulders to receive the level gallop of Apollo's homing steeds, the day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove swamps, where the great blue crabs were beginning to crawl to land for their nightly ramble. And it died, at last, upon the highest peaks. Then the brief twilight, ephemeral as the flight of a moth, came and went; the Southern Cross peeped with its topmost eye above a row of palms, and the fire-flies heralded with their...
Pagina 11 - CORALIO reclined, in the mid-day heat, like some vacuous beauty lounging in a guarded harem. The town lay at the sea's edge on a strip of alluvial coast. It was set like a little pearl in an emerald band. Behind it, and seeming almost to topple, imminent, above it, rose the sea-following range of the Cordilleras.