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

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The heroic Garibaldino accepted <strong>Nostromo</strong>’s abrupt departurewith a sagacious indulgence. He remembered hisown feelings, and exhibited a masculine penetration <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>true state <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> case.‘Va bene. Let him go. Ha! ha! No matter how fair <strong>the</strong>woman, it galls a little. Liberty, liberty. There’s more thanone kind! He has said <strong>the</strong> great word, and son Gian’ Battistais not tame.’ He seemed to be instructing <strong>the</strong> motionlessand scared Giselle. … ‘A man should not be tame,’ he added,dogmatically out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> doorway. Her stillness and silenceseemed to displease him. ‘Do not give way to <strong>the</strong> enviousness<strong>of</strong> your sister’s lot,’ he admonished her, very grave, inhis deep voice.Presently he had to come to <strong>the</strong> door again to call in hisyounger daughter. It was late. He shouted her name threetimes before she even moved her head. Left alone, she hadbecome <strong>the</strong> helpless prey <strong>of</strong> astonishment. She walked into<strong>the</strong> bedroom she shared with Linda like a person pr<strong>of</strong>oundlyasleep. That aspect was so marked that even old Giorgio,spectacled, raising his eyes from <strong>the</strong> Bible, shook his headas she shut <strong>the</strong> door behind her.She walked right across <strong>the</strong> room without looking atanything, and sat down at once by <strong>the</strong> open window. Linda,stealing down from <strong>the</strong> tower in <strong>the</strong> exuberance <strong>of</strong> her happiness,found her with a lighted candle at her back, facing<strong>the</strong> black night full <strong>of</strong> sighing gusts <strong>of</strong> wind and <strong>the</strong> sound<strong>of</strong> distant showers—a true night <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gulf, too dense for<strong>the</strong> eye <strong>of</strong> God and <strong>the</strong> wiles <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> devil. She did not turnher head at <strong>the</strong> opening <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door.

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