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Ralph walked with his head bent down. " Confound it," I said, " I shall run away to
sea! I tell you, I'm rotting, rotting! There! I say, Ralph, give me Carlos' direction. ..."
I caught hold of his arm. " I'll go after him. He'd show me a little life. He said he ...
Some people have all the luck. Here am I . . . look at me!” Ralph walked with his
head bent down. “Confound it,” I said, “I shall run away to sea! I tell you, I'm rotting
, rotting! There! I say, Ralph, give me Carlos' direction. .” I caught hold of his arm.
He whistled and walked away. Carlos muttered something that I did not catch
about “spies of that pestilent Irishman.” Then: “I will not selfishly take you into any
more dangers,” he said. “But life on a sugar plantation is not fit for you.” I felt glad
He was talking to the editor of the Buckatoro Journal—the man from next door—
and to another who had, whilst I walked lazily across the blazing square, ridden
furiously up to the steps of the arcade. The rider was talking to both of them with ...
Already there was panic on the island. I could see men coming together in little
knots, talking eagerly. I didn't like to listen to Ramon, to a Spaniard talking in that
way about the defeat of my countrymen by his. I walked across the King's Square,
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