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Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 5 Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 5

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 5
Chapter FiveI had shot my bolt and I was going to die; I could see it in the way the King's Advocate tossed his head back, fluttered his bands, looked at the jury-box, and began to play with the seals on his fob. The court had resumed its stillness. A man in some sort of livery passed a square paper to the Lord Mayor, the Lord Mayor passed it to Lord Stowell, who opened it with a jerking motion of an ancient fashion that impressed me immensely. It was as if I, there at the end of my life, were looking... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2424

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 4 Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 4

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 4
Chapter FourI never saw my father again until I was in the prisoner's anteroom at the Old Bailey. It was full of lounging men, whose fleshy limbs bulged out against the tight, loud checks of their coats and trousers. These were jailers waiting to bring in their prisoners. On the other side of one black door the Grand Jury was deliberating on my case, behind another the court was in waiting to try me. I was in a sort of tired lull. All night I had been pacing up and down, trying to bring my brain to think of points--points in... Long Stories - Post by : add2it - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1383

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 3 Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 3

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 3
Chapter ThreeThe first decent word I had spoken to me after that for months came from my turnkey at Newgate. It was when he welcomed me back from my examination before the Thames Court magistrate. The magistrate, a bad-tempered man, snuffy, with red eyes, and the air of being a piece of worn and dirty furniture of his court, had snapped at me when I tried to speak:"Keep your lies for the Admiralty Session. I've only time to commit you. Damn your Spaniards; why can't they translate their own papers;" had signed something with a squeaky quill, tossed it to his... Long Stories - Post by : vbhnl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 978

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 2 Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 2

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 2
Chapter TwoThe entrance to the common prison of Havana was a sort of lofty tunnel, finished by great, iron-rusted, wooden gates. A civil guard was exhibiting the judge's warrant for my committal to a white-haired man, with a red face and blue eyes, that seemed to look through tumbled bushes of silver eyebrows--the _alcayde of the prison. He bowed, and rattled two farcically large keys. A practicable postern was ajar on the yellow wood of the studded gates. It was as if it afforded a glimpse of the other side of the world. The venerable turnkey, a gnome in a steeple-crowned... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2087

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 1 Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 1

Romance - Part 5. The Lot Of Man - Chapter 1
Chapter One"Why have I been brought here, your worships?" I asked, with a great deal of firmness.There were two figures in black, the one beside, the other behind a large black table. I was placed in front of them, between two soldiers, in the centre of a large, gaunt room, with bare, dirty walls, and the arms of Spain above the judge's seat."You are before the _Juez de la Primiera Instancia_," said the man in black beside the table. He wore a large and shadowy tricorn. "Be silent, and respect the procedure."It was, without doubt, excellent advice. He whispered some words... Long Stories - Post by : Joe_Coon - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1094

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 11 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 11

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 11
Chapter ElevenNot a soul stirred in the one long street of the negro village. The yellow crescent of the diminished moon swam low in the pearly light of the dawn; and the bamboo walls of huts, thatched with palm leaves, glistened here and there through the great leaves of bananas. All that night we had been moving on and on, slowly crossing clear _savannas_, in which nothing stirred beside ourselves but the escort of our own shadows, or plunging through dense patches of forest of an obscurity so impenetrable that the very forms of our rescuers became lost to us, though... Long Stories - Post by : ben.g - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 781

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 10 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 10

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 10
Chapter TenHe had surrendered to his thirst. What weakness! He had not thrown himself over, then. What folly! One splash of water on his face had been enough. He was contemptible; and lying collapsed, in a sort of tormented apathy, at the mouth of the cave, I despised and envied his good fortune. It could not save him from death, but at least he drank. I understood this when I heard his voice, a voice altogether altered--a firm, greedy voice saying, "More," breathlessly. And then he drank again. He was drinking. He was drinking up there in the light of the... Long Stories - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2527

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 9 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 9

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 9
Chapter NineFor it meant that. Imprisoned! Castro's derisive shriek meant that. And I had known it before. He emerged back out of the black depths, with livid, swollen features, and foam about his mouth, to splutter:"Their corpses, you say.... Ha! Our corpses," and retreated again I could only hear incoherent mutters.Seraphina clutched my arm. "Juan--together--no separation."I had known it, even as I spoke of selling our lives dearly. They could only be surrendered. Surrendered miserably to these wretches, or to the everlasting darkness in which Castro muttered his despair. I needed not to hear this ominous and sinister sound--nor yet... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2442

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 8 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 8

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 8
Chapter EightThe first thing I noted, on opening my eyes, was that Castro had gone already; I was annoyed. He might have called me. However, we had arranged everything the evening before. The broad day, penetrating through the passage, diffused a semicircle of twilight over the flooring. It extended as far as the emplacement of the fire, black and cold now with a gray heap of ashes in the middle. Farther away in the darkness, beyond the reach of light, Seraphina on her bed of leaves did not stir. But what was that hat doing there? Castro's hat. It asserted its... Long Stories - Post by : Joe_Coon - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1056

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 7 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 7

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 7
Chapter SevenThe calm had returned. The sea, changing from the warm glitter of a gem, and attuned to the grays and blacks of space, resembled a monstrous cinder under a sky of ashes.The sun had disappeared, smothered in these clouds that had formed themselves all at once and everywhere, like some swift corruption of the upper air. For the best part of the afternoon the ship and the boat remained lying at right angles, within half a mile of each other. What light was left in the world, cut off from the source of life, seemed to sicken with a strange... Long Stories - Post by : JuvioSuccess - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2849

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 6 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 6

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 6
Chapter SixHow often the activity of our life is the least real part of it! Life, looked upon as a whole, presents itself to my fancy as a pursuit with open arms of a winged and magnificent dream, hovering just over our heads and casting its glory upon our hopes. It is in this simple vision, which is one and enduring, and not in the changing facts, that we must look for meaning and for truth. The three quiet days we spent together on board the _Lion remain to me memorable and full of import, eventless and containing the very quintessence... Long Stories - Post by : Truman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 987

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 5 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 5

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 5
Chapter FiveManuel's escape was the last event of that memorable night. Nothing more happened, and nothing more could be done; but there remained much talk and wonderment to get through. I did all the talking, of course, under the cuddy lamps. Williams, red and stout, sat staring at me across the table. His round eyes were perfectly motionless with astonishment--the story of what had happened in the Casa Riego was not what he had expected of the small, badly reputed Cuban town.Sebright, who had all the duties of the soiled ship and chipped men to attend to, came in from the... Long Stories - Post by : Dusty13 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2244

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 4 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 4

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 4
Chapter FourI said, "This is home, at last. It is all over"; and she stood by me on the deck. She pushed the heavy black cloak from over her head, and her white face appeared above the dim black shadow of her mourning. She looked silently round her on the mist, the groups of rough men, the spatterings of light that were like violence, too. She said nothing, but rested her hand on my arm.She had her immense griefs, and this was the home I offered her. She looked back at the side. I thought she would have liked to be... Long Stories - Post by : add2it - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2500

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 3 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 3

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 3
Chapter ThreeThey did not suspect how close I was to them. And their temper struck me at once as unsafe. They seemed very much on the alert, and, as I imagined, disposed to precipitate action. I called out, deadening my voice warily:"I am an Englishman, escaping from the pirates here. We want your help."To this no answer was made, but by that time the captain had come on deck. The dinghy must have drifted in a little closer, for I made out behind the shadowy rail one, two, three figures in a row, looming bulkily above my head, as men appear... Long Stories - Post by : ow24160 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1779

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 2 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 2

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 2
Chapter TwoSilence, stillness, breathless caution were the absolute conditions of our existence. But I hadn't the heart to remonstrate with him for the danger he caused Seraphina and myself. The fog was so thick now that I could not make out his outline, but I could smell the tobacco very plainly.The acrid odour of _picadura seemed to knit the events of three years into one uninterrupted adventure. I remembered the shingle beach; the deck of the old _Thames_. It brought to my mind my first vision of Seraphina, and the emblazoned magnificence of Carlos' sick bed. It all came and went... Long Stories - Post by : JuvioSuccess - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 3015

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 1 Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 1

Romance - Part 4. Blade And Guitar - Chapter 1
Chapter OneThere was a slight, almost imperceptible jar, a faint grating noise, a whispering sound of sand--and the boat, without a splash, floated.The earth, slipping as it were away from under the keel, left us borne upon the waters of the bay, which were as still as the windless night itself. The pushing off of that boat was like a launching into space, as a bird opens its wings on the brow of a cliff, and remains poised in the air. A sense of freedom came to me, the unreasonable feeling of exultation--as if I had been really a bird essaying... Long Stories - Post by : codebluenj - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 2044

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 6 Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 6

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 6
Chapter SixNot even in memory am I willing to live over again those three days when Father Antonio, the old major-domo, and myself would meet each other in the galleries, in the _patio_, in the empty rooms, moving in the stillness of the house with heavy hearts and desolate eyes, which seemed to demand, "What is there to do?"Of course, precautions were taken against the Lugarenos. They were besieging the Casa from afar. They had established a sort of camp at the end of the street, and they prowled about amongst the old, barricaded houses in their pointed hats, in their... Long Stories - Post by : mrtwist - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1782

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 5 Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 5

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 5
Chapter FiveI remember walking about the room, and thinking to myself, "This is bad, this is very bad; what shall I do now?" A sort of mad meditation that in this meaningless way became so tense as positively to frighten me. Then it occurred to me that I could do nothing whatever at present, and I was soothed by this sense of powerless-ness, which, one would think, ought to have driven me to distraction. I went to sleep ultimately, just as a man sentenced to death goes to sleep, lulled in a sort of ghastly way by the finality of his... Long Stories - Post by : Ndoki - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1620

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 4 Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 4

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 4
Chapter FourSeraphina and I moved towards the door sadly, as if under the oppression of a memory, as people go back from the side of a grave to the cares of life. No exultation possessed me. Nothing had happened. It had been a sick man's whim."Senorita," I said low, with my hand on the wrought bronze of the door-handle, "Don Carlos might have died in full trust of my devotion to you--without this.""I know it," she answered, hanging her head."It was his wish," I said. "And I deferred.""It was his wish," she repeated."Remember he had asked you for no promise.""Yes, it... Long Stories - Post by : vbhnl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 3493

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 3 Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 3

Romance - Part 3. Casa Riego - Chapter 3
Chapter ThreeOne evening Carlos, after a silence of distress, had said, "There's nothing else for it. When the crisis comes, you must carry her off from this unhappiness and misery that hangs over her head. You must take her out of Cuba; there is no safety for her here."This took my breath away. "But where are we to go, Carlos?" I asked, bending over him."To--to England," he whispered.He was utterly worn out that evening by all the perplexities of his death-bed. He made a great effort and murmured a few words more--about the Spanish ambassador in London being a near relation... Long Stories - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Joseph Conrad - Read : 1339