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

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‘Be allowed to listen to your Ramirez, eh? Is that it? You…’‘Mercy <strong>of</strong> God! How violent you are, Giovanni,’ she said,unmoved. ‘Who is Ramirez . . . Ramirez . . . Who is he?’she repeated, dreamily, in <strong>the</strong> dusk and gloom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cloudedgulf, with a low red streak in <strong>the</strong> west like a hot bar <strong>of</strong>glowing iron laid across <strong>the</strong> entrance <strong>of</strong> a world sombre as acavern, where <strong>the</strong> magnificent Capataz de Cargadores hadhidden his conquests <strong>of</strong> love and wealth.‘Listen, Giselle,’ he said, in measured tones; ‘I will tell noword <strong>of</strong> love to your sister. Do you want to know why?’‘Alas! I could not understand perhaps, Giovanni. Fa<strong>the</strong>rsays you are not like o<strong>the</strong>r men; that no one had ever understoodyou properly; that <strong>the</strong> rich will be surprised yet….Oh! saints in heaven! I am weary.’She raised her embroidery to conceal <strong>the</strong> lower part <strong>of</strong>her face, <strong>the</strong>n let it fall on her lap. The lantern was shadedon <strong>the</strong> land side, but slanting away from <strong>the</strong> dark column <strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong> lighthouse <strong>the</strong>y could see <strong>the</strong> long shaft <strong>of</strong> light, kindledby Linda, go out to strike <strong>the</strong> expiring glow in a horizon <strong>of</strong>purple and red.Giselle Viola, with her head resting against <strong>the</strong> wall <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>house, her eyes half closed, and her little feet, in white stockingsand black slippers, crossed over each o<strong>the</strong>r, seemed tosurrender herself, tranquil and fatal, to <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring dusk.The charm <strong>of</strong> her body, <strong>the</strong> promising mysteriousness <strong>of</strong> herindolence, went out into <strong>the</strong> night <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Placid Gulf like afresh and intoxicating fragrance spreading out in <strong>the</strong> shadows,impregnating <strong>the</strong> air. The incorruptible <strong>Nostromo</strong>

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