34 , I felt that the light of Romance was going out of my life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Castro, on his hands and knees, startled me by whispering at my feet : “Stand
aside, seņor''. . . . . 166 Standing there, in the midst of the whispering,
... of new sugar, of new rum; the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great
spectacles, the piercing eyes in the mahogany face, while the tap, tap, tap of a
cane on the flags went on behind the inner door; the click of the latch; the stream
The warm reflection of the light behind her, gilding the curve of her face from ear
to chin, lost itself in the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not
quite black. She spoke as if the words clung to her lips; as if she had to put them ...
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 ...
A little bar of light lay on the horizon in front of me, almost colorless. It was
crossed again and again by the small fir-trunks that were little more than wands.
A woodpigeon rose with a sudden crash of sound, flapping away against the
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