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,
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 ...
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
The lanthorn light suddenly died out, and I heard whispers. “Get him out on to the
road. . . . I'll tackle the other . . . Darbies. . . . Mind his knife.” I was like a
confounded rabbit in their hands. One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked
me out ...
We rode clattering aggressively through the silence of the long, narrow main
street. Fvery now and then Carlos Riego coughed lamentably, but Tomas Castro
rode in gloomy silence. There was a light here and there in a window, but not a
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