RomanceImmerse yourself in a world devised by two masters of twentieth century fiction, Joseph Conrad and Ford Maddox Ford. Second in a series of three collaborations between the two writers, Romance combines elements of high-seas adventure with a touching love story. |
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Page 7
But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales
in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the
figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to ...
But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales
in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the
figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to ...
Page 8
I remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then travelled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
...
I remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then travelled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
...
Page 10
My mother managed everything, leading an out-of-door life which gave her face
the colour of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tightlipped,
brown-eyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
the ...
My mother managed everything, leading an out-of-door life which gave her face
the colour of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tightlipped,
brown-eyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
the ...
Page 90
That resolved itself into a man slumbering in a wheelbarrow, his white face
turned up to the moon. A sort of buzz of voices came from above; then a man in
European clothes was silhouetted against the light in the doorway. He held a full
glass ...
That resolved itself into a man slumbering in a wheelbarrow, his white face
turned up to the moon. A sort of buzz of voices came from above; then a man in
European clothes was silhouetted against the light in the doorway. He held a full
glass ...
Page 109
Opposite him, with his aged face towards us, sat the old Don asleep in the high
chair. His delicate white hands lay along the arms, one of them holding a gold
vinaigrette; his black, silverheaded cane was between his silk-stockinged legs.
Opposite him, with his aged face towards us, sat the old Don asleep in the high
chair. His delicate white hands lay along the arms, one of them holding a gold
vinaigrette; his black, silverheaded cane was between his silk-stockinged legs.
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I cannot believe that a famous writer -or two could have written this absurd incoherent tale with a sea captain with no sense of responsibility,a hero who can be relie4d on to do thw wrong thing and a completely colorless heroine nothing is lacking to make the perusal of this novel arduous and unrewarding.
Contents
Chapter Six | 295 |
PART FOURTH BLADE AND GUITAR | 319 |
Chapter One | 320 |
Chapter Two | 337 |
Chapter Three | 356 |
Chapter Four | 380 |
Chapter Five | 399 |
Chapter Six | 435 |
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Chapter Six | 153 |
Chapter Seven | 168 |
PART THIRD CASA RIEGO | 181 |
Chapter One | 182 |
Chapter Two | 196 |
Chapter Three | 216 |
Chapter Four | 237 |
Chapter Five | 268 |
Chapter Seven | 455 |
Chapter Eight | 476 |
Chapter Nine | 494 |
Chapter Ten | 514 |
Chapter Eleven | 555 |
PART FIFTH THE LOT OF MAN | 593 |
Chapter One | 594 |
Chapter Two | 612 |
Chapter Three | 640 |
Chapter Four | 662 |
Chapter Five | 693 |
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