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The entrance of a deep ravine opened. Its lower sides palpitated with the
ceaseless tossing of dwarf trees and bushes; and, motionless above the somber
tumult of the slopes, the monumental stretch of bare rock rose on high, level at
the top, ...
The tops of the bushes below glittered with drops of rain, the sky was clear, and
the sun, to us invisible, struck full upon the face of the rock on the other side of the
ravine. A great bird soared, all was light and silence, and we forgot Castro for a ...
Hadn't we better, I thought, start at once on foot for the hacienda? I did not know
the way, but by descending the ravine again to the sea, and walking along the
bank of the little river, I was sure to reach it. The objection to this was that we
the other side of the ravine, the lower part of a man from his waist to his feet. By
crouching down at once, I brought his head into view. This was not Castro. He
wore a black sombrero, and on his shoulder carried a gun. He turned his back on
From where he sat he beheld the empty, open sea over the dunes, but the edge
of the upland, cleft by many ravines (of which the one we had ascended was the
deepest), concealed from him the little basin and the inlet. He was certain these ...
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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