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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 ...
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 ...
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I remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then travelled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
...
I remember her face on that day; her eyes were gray—the gray of black, not of
blue. For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned,
and then travelled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
...
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That resolved itself into a man slumbering in a wheelbarrow, his white face
turned up to the moon. A sort of buzz of voices came from above; then a man in
European clothes was silhouetted against the light in the doorway. He held a full
glass ...
That resolved itself into a man slumbering in a wheelbarrow, his white face
turned up to the moon. A sort of buzz of voices came from above; then a man in
European clothes was silhouetted against the light in the doorway. He held a full
glass ...
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Opposite him, with his aged face towards us, sat the old Don asleep in the high
chair. His delicate white hands lay along the arms, one of them holding a gold
vinaigrette; his black, silver-headed cane was between his silk-stockinged legs.
Opposite him, with his aged face towards us, sat the old Don asleep in the high
chair. His delicate white hands lay along the arms, one of them holding a gold
vinaigrette; his black, silver-headed cane was between his silk-stockinged legs.
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Contents
PART FOURTH BLADE AND GUITAR | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHT | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
PART THIRD CASA RIEGO | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
CHAPTER SIX | |
CHAPTER NINE | |
CHAPTER TEN | |
CHAPTER ELEVEN | |
PART FIFTH THE LOT OF MAN | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
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