Spanish relations; he used to talk about them, the Riegos, and Veronica used to
talk of what he said of them until they came to stand for Romance, the romance of
the outer world, to me. One day, a little before Ralph and Veronica became ...
He looked at me, inscrutably and attentively, through his gold spectacles. It was
on the arcade before his store in Spanish Town. Long sunblinds flapped slightly.
Before the next door a large sign proclaimed "Office of the Buckatoro Journal.
It will never again be Spanish, nor do I wish that it should. But our little, waspish
friend there" — he lifted one thin, brown hand to the sign of the Buckatoro Journal
— "his paper is doing much mischief. I think the admiral or the governor will ...
I could almost wish to take again one of the long, uninteresting night rides from
the Vale to Spanish Town, or to listen once more to one of old Macdonald's
interminable harangues on the folly of Mr. Canning's policy, or the virtues of
Scotch thrift ...
The voice forward had subsided by then, and as the stern of the Spanish ship
came abreast of the poop, I stepped out of the shadow of the sails, and going
close to the rail I said, not very loud — there was no need to shout — but very
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