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I remember the chilly smell of the typical West Indian store, the indescribable
smell of damp gloom, of locos, of pimento, of olive oil, of new sugar, of new rum;
the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great spectacles, the piercing eyes in the ...
are to remember that I knew nothing whatever of that great world. I had never
been further away from our farm than just to Canterbury school, to Hythe market,
to Romney market. Our farm nestled down under the steep, brown downs, just ...
Every now and then he flicked his whip. “Mr. Oldham, you saw the prisoner three
times. If it does not overtax your memory pray tell us.” And the little creature
pranced off in a new direction. “Tax my memory! Gad, I like that. You remember a
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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