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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 ...
Carlos had preceded them with a certain nonchalance, and the Spaniard — it
was the Senor Ramon, the merchant I had heard of — regarded him as if with
interested curiosity. With Tomas he seemed already familiar. He stood in the
Seiior Ramon said to me nearly two years afterwards. " The caballero is pleased
to give me credit _for a very great knowledge. What should I know of that town ?
There are doubtless good men there and very wicked, as in other towns.
Ramon was, indeed, one of the most frequented merchants in Jamaica; he had
stores in both Kingston and Spanish Town; his cargoes came from all the seas.
All the planters and all the official class in the island had dealings with him. " It
I myself am nothing," Ramon went on impassively; "I am content that the island
should remain English. 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
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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