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

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<strong>the</strong>y had been uttered, like <strong>the</strong> cry <strong>of</strong> a soul prevented frommaking its peace with God, stirred <strong>the</strong> obscure superstition<strong>of</strong> personal fortune from which even <strong>the</strong> greatest geniusamongst men <strong>of</strong> adventure and action is seldom free. Theyreigned over <strong>Nostromo</strong>’s mind with <strong>the</strong> force <strong>of</strong> a potentmalediction. And what a curse it was that which her wordshad laid upon him! He had been orphaned so young that hecould remember no o<strong>the</strong>r woman whom he called mo<strong>the</strong>r.Henceforth <strong>the</strong>re would be no enterprise in which he wouldnot fail. The spell was working already. Death itself wouldelude him now…. He said violently—‘Come, viejo! Get me something to eat. I am hungry!Sangre de Dios! The emptiness <strong>of</strong> my belly makes me ligh<strong>the</strong>aded.’With his chin dropped again upon his bare breast abovehis folded arms, barefooted, watching from under a gloomybrow <strong>the</strong> movements <strong>of</strong> old Viola foraging amongst <strong>the</strong>cupboards, he seemed as if indeed fallen under a curse—aruined and sinister Capataz.Old Viola walked out <strong>of</strong> a dark corner, and, without aword, emptied upon <strong>the</strong> table out <strong>of</strong> his hollowed palms afew dry crusts <strong>of</strong> bread and half a raw onion.While <strong>the</strong> Capataz began to devour this beggar’s fare,taking up with stony-eyed voracity piece after piece lyingby his side, <strong>the</strong> Garibaldino went <strong>of</strong>f, and squatting downin ano<strong>the</strong>r corner filled an ear<strong>the</strong>nware mug with red wineout <strong>of</strong> a wicker-covered demijohn. With a familiar gesture,as when serving customers in <strong>the</strong> cafe, he had thrust hispipe between his teeth to have his hands free.

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