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... our farm, which had been her dowry. The alternative would have been a
shabby, ignominious life at Calais, in the shadow of Brummel and such. My father
used to sit all day by the fire, inscribing "ideas" every now and then in a pocket-
At dusk we shut our doors, pulled down our blinds, sat round the fire, and knew
pretty well what was going on outside. There would be long whistles in the dark,
and when we found men lurking in our barns we feigned not to see them — it was
... the dusky red fires of the limekilns glowed at the base, sending up a blood-red
dust of sullen smoke. "I'll swear they think they've dropped straight into hell. "You'
ll have to cut the country, John," he added suddenly, "they'll have got your name ...
... his food at an outside fire — his puchero and tortillas — and rolled for him his
provision of cigarettes for the day. Every morning he marched up to the Casa, like
a courtier, to attend on his king. I never saw him eat or drink anything there.
And, as if alone intrusted with the guardianship of life's sacred fire, I was moving
amongst them, nursing my love for Sera- phina. The words of Carlos were like oil
upon a flame; it enveloped me from head to foot with a leap. I had the physical ...
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review