id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
njp.32101064670506	Vance Louis Joseph	The bronze bell, by Louis Joseph Vance ... with illustrations by Harrison Fisher	1909		.txt	text/plain	72729	5725	86	"Well!" began Amber; but paused, his face hardening as he looked the man up and down, nodding slowly. The man had disappeared by the time Amber regained his kit-bag and gun-case; standing over which "I can leave my things here for a little while, I presume?" Amber suggested after a pause. Presently the trees blotted out the red-and-white turban; the noise of the babu's elephantine retreat diminished; and Amber was left to knit his brows over the breeding—his inalienable heritage from many generations of Anglo-Saxon forebears; and while Rutton continually betrayed, by look or tone or gesture, a birthright of fierce passions savagely tamed, from Amber "The man he came here to hide from," said Amber. For a long time Amber sat unmoving, his fingers imprisoned in that quiet, cooling grasp, his thoughts Both hand and voice might well have been Labertouche's; Amber believed they were.	./cache/njp.32101064670506.pdf	./txt/njp.32101064670506.txt