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I lived with Carlos in the cabin—Castro in the half-deck; but we were all three
pretty constantly together, and they being the only Spaniards on board, we were
more or less isolated from the other passengers. Looking at my companions at
I had noticed an intimacy spring up between the ship's second mate and Tomas,
who was, it seemed to me, forever engaged in long confabulations in the man's
cabin, and, as much to make talk as for any other reason, I asked Carlos if he had
Some days afterwards the second mate sent for me to his cabin. He had been on
the sick list, and he was lying in his bunk, stripped to the waist, one arm and one
leg touching the floor. He raised himself slowly when I came in, and spat.
I had been in our cabin. A great bustle of shore-going, of leave-taking had sprung
up all over the ship. Carlos and Castro had entered with a tall, immobile, gold-
spectacled Spaniard, dressed all in white, and with a certain air of noticing and ...
All was still around me; I was left alone on a settee in the main cabin, as I
imagined. For a long time I made no movement; then a door opened and shut.
There was a murmured conversation between two voices. This went on in
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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