...of pimento, of olive oil, of new sugar, of rum; the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great spectacles, the mahogany face, while the tap tap, tap, of a cane...against some barrels. I remember the rattling of the holts on that door, and the tall figure that appeared there, snuff-box in hand. In that land of white...

...gloom, of locos, of pimento, of olive oil, of new sugar, of new rum; the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great spectacles, the piercing eyes in the mahogany...cane on the flags went on behind the inner door; the dick of the latch; the stream of light. The door, petulantly thrust inwards, struck against some barrels....