Romance by Joseph Conrad & Ford Madox Ford Page 1 of 503

CONTENTS

PART FIRST - THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH

PART SECOND - THE GIRL WITH THE LIZARD

PART THIRD - CASA RIEGO

PART FOURTH - BLADE AND GUITAR

PART FIFTH - THE LOT OF MAN

PART FIRST - THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH


CHAPTER ONE

To yesterday and to to-day I say my polite "vaya usted con Dios." What are these days to me? But that far-off day of my romance, when from between the blue and white bales in Don Ramon's darkened storeroom, at Kingston, I saw the door open before the figure of an old man with the tired, long, white face, that day I am not likely to forget.

I remember the chilly smell of the typical West Indian store, the indescribable smell of damp gloom, of locos, of pimento, of olive oil, of new sugar, of new rum; the glassy double sheen of Ramon's great spectacles, the piercing eyes in the mahogany face, while the tap, tap, tap of a cane on the flags went on behind the inner door; the click of the latch; the stream of light.

The door, petulantly thrust inwards, struck against some barrels. I remember the rattling of the bolts on that door, and the tall figure that appeared there, snuffbox in hand. In that land of white clothes, that precise, ancient, Castilian in black was something to remember.



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