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 ...
... the ancient grandee. The door swung to. I remained alone. The blue bales and
the white, and the great red oil jars loomed in the dim light filtering through the
jalousies out of the blinding sunlight of Jamaica. A moment after, the door
My mother managed everything, leading - - an out-of-door life which gave her
face the color of a wrinkled pippin. It was the face of a Roman mother, tight-lipped
, browneyed, and fierce. You may understand the kind of woman she was from
At dusk we shut our doors, pulled down our blinds, sat round the fire, and knew
pretty well what was going on outside. There would be long whistles in the dark,
and when we found men lurking in our barns we feigned not to see them—it was
It seems that on Liverpool docks, in the owl-light, they fell in with an elderly hunks
just returned from West Indies, who asks the time at the door of a shipping agent.
Castro pulls out a watch, and the old fellow jumps on it, vows it's his own, taken ...
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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