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

you for the earth to become empty to my eyes. When youwere there, I could see no one else. I was yours. Nothing ischanged. The world belongs to you, and you let me live in it.’… She dropped her low, vibrating voice to a still lower note,and found other things to say—torturing for the man at herside. Her murmur ran on ardent and voluble. She did notseem to see her sister, who came out with an altar-cloth shewas embroidering in her hands, and passed in front of them,silent, fresh, fair, with a quick glance and a faint smile, to sita little away on the other side of Nostromo.The evening was still. The sun sank almost to the edge ofa purple ocean; and the white lighthouse, livid against thebackground of clouds filling the head of the gulf, bore thelantern red and glowing, like a live ember kindled by thefire of the sky. Giselle, indolent and demure, raised the altar-clothfrom time to time to hide nervous yawns, as of ayoung panther.Suddenly Linda rushed at her sister, and seizing herhead, covered her face with kisses. Nostromo’s brain reeled.When she left her, as if stunned by the violent caresses, withher hands lying in her lap, the slave of the treasure felt as ifhe could shoot that woman. Old Giorgio lifted his leoninehead.‘Where are you going, Linda?’‘To the light, padre mio.’‘Si, si—to your duty.’He got up, too, looked after his eldest daughter; then, ina tone whose festive note seemed the echo of a mood lost inthe night of ages—