Help


from Brown Corpus
« »  
She did suddenly, through the link of memory with his father, old Titus, who must have been in his nineties when Henrietta ran away.
Next to the Blackwells, Titus had owned the island most, and she and Adelia had often stood in front of him, silenced by his terrible years -- a scanty man with a thin beard and very deep-set blue eyes like a mariner, more aged than possible.
He had never spoken once to the awed sisters, but his son had been friendly, a big fellow of fifty or more, a fishing-boat captain and powerful like the sea.
It must be that son who sat before her now, shriveled to half his size and half his senses.

1.987 seconds.