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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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upon <strong>the</strong> great bare wall. ‘It is no longer a Paradise <strong>of</strong> snakes.We have brought mankind into it, and we cannot turn ourbacks upon <strong>the</strong>m to go and begin a new life elsewhere.’He confronted his wife with a firm, concentrated gaze,which Mrs. Gould returned with a brave assumption <strong>of</strong>fearlessness before she went out, closing <strong>the</strong> door gently afterher.In contrast with <strong>the</strong> white glaring room <strong>the</strong> dimly litcorredor had a restful mysteriousness <strong>of</strong> a forest glade,suggested by <strong>the</strong> stems and <strong>the</strong> leaves <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> plants rangedalong <strong>the</strong> balustrade <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> open side. In <strong>the</strong> streaks <strong>of</strong> lightfalling through <strong>the</strong> open doors <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reception-rooms, <strong>the</strong>blossoms, white and red and pale lilac, came out vivid with<strong>the</strong> brilliance <strong>of</strong> flowers in a stream <strong>of</strong> sunshine; and Mrs.Gould, passing on, had <strong>the</strong> vividness <strong>of</strong> a figure seen in <strong>the</strong>clear patches <strong>of</strong> sun that chequer <strong>the</strong> gloom <strong>of</strong> open gladesin <strong>the</strong> woods. The stones in <strong>the</strong> rings upon her hand pressedto her forehead glittered in <strong>the</strong> lamplight abreast <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sala.‘Who’s <strong>the</strong>re?’ she asked, in a startled voice. ‘Is that you,Basilio?’ She looked in, and saw Martin Decoud walkingabout, with an air <strong>of</strong> having lost something, amongst <strong>the</strong>chairs and tables.‘Antonia has forgotten her fan in here,’ said Decoud, witha strange air <strong>of</strong> distraction; ‘so I entered to see.’But, even as he said this, he had obviously given uphis search, and walked straight towards Mrs. Gould, wholooked at him with doubtful surprise.‘Senora,’ he began, in a low voice.

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