11.07.2015 Views

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

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

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

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS
  • No tags were found...

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

Directly his schooner was anchored opposite <strong>the</strong> NewCustom House, with its sham air <strong>of</strong> a Greek temple, flatro<strong>of</strong>ed,with a colonnade, Captain Fidanza went pullinghis small boat out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> harbour, bound for <strong>the</strong> Great Isabel,openly in <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> a declining day, before all men’s eyes,with a sense <strong>of</strong> having mastered <strong>the</strong> fates. He must establisha regular position. He would ask him for his daughter now.He thought <strong>of</strong> Giselle as he pulled. Linda loved him, perhaps,but <strong>the</strong> old man would be glad to keep <strong>the</strong> elder, whohad his wife’s voice.He did not pull for <strong>the</strong> narrow strand where he had landedwith Decoud, and afterwards alone on his first visit to<strong>the</strong> treasure. He made for <strong>the</strong> beach at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end, andwalked up <strong>the</strong> regular and gentle slope <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wedge-shapedisland. Giorgio Viola, whom he saw from afar, sitting ona bench under <strong>the</strong> front wall <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cottage, lifted his armslightly to his loud hail. He walked up. Nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> girlsappeared.‘It is good here,’ said <strong>the</strong> old man, in his austere, far-awaymanner.<strong>Nostromo</strong> nodded; <strong>the</strong>n, after a short silence—‘You saw my schooner pass in not two hours ago? Do youknow why I am here before, so to speak, my anchor has fairlybitten into <strong>the</strong> ground <strong>of</strong> this port <strong>of</strong> Sulaco?’‘You are welcome like a son,’ <strong>the</strong> old man declared, quietly,staring away upon <strong>the</strong> sea.‘Ah! thy son. I know. I am what thy son would have been.It is well, viejo. It is a very good welcome. Listen, I havecome to ask you for——‘

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!