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

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‘I am going in to cook something. Aha! Son! The old manknows where to find a bottle <strong>of</strong> wine, too.’He turned to Giselle, with a change to austere tenderness.‘And you, little one, pray not to <strong>the</strong> God <strong>of</strong> priests andslaves, but to <strong>the</strong> God <strong>of</strong> orphans, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> oppressed, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>poor, <strong>of</strong> little children, to give <strong>the</strong>e a man like this one fora husband.’His hand rested heavily for a moment on <strong>Nostromo</strong>’sshoulder; <strong>the</strong>n he went in. The hopeless slave <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> SanTome silver felt at <strong>the</strong>se words <strong>the</strong> venomous fangs <strong>of</strong> jealousybiting deep into his heart. He was appalled by <strong>the</strong>novelty <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> experience, by its force, by its physical intimacy.A husband! A husband for her! And yet it was naturalthat Giselle should have a husband at some time or o<strong>the</strong>r.He had never realized that before. In discovering that herbeauty could belong to ano<strong>the</strong>r he felt as though he couldkill this one <strong>of</strong> old Giorgio’s daughters also. He mutteredmoodily—‘They say you love Ramirez.’She shook her head without looking at him. Copperyglints rippled to and fro on <strong>the</strong> wealth <strong>of</strong> her gold hair. Hersmooth forehead had <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t, pure sheen <strong>of</strong> a priceless pearlin <strong>the</strong> splendour <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sunset, mingling <strong>the</strong> gloom <strong>of</strong> starryspaces, <strong>the</strong> purple <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea, and <strong>the</strong> crimson <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sky ina magnificent stillness.‘No,’ she said, slowly. ‘I never loved him. I think I never …He loves me—perhaps.’The seduction <strong>of</strong> her slow voice died out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> air, and

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