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Chapter 7

           Thegreatmassofcloudfillingtheheadofthegulfhadlongredsmearsamongstitsconvolutedfoldsofgreyandblack,asofafloatingmantlestainedwithblood.ThethreeIsabels,overshadowedandclearcutinagreatsmoothnessconfoundingtheseaandsky,appearedsuspended,purple-black,intheair.Thelittlewaveletsseemedtobetossingtinyredsparksuponthesandybeaches.Theglassybandsofwateralongthehorizongaveoutafieryredglow,asiffireandwaterhadbeenmingledtogetherinthevastbedoftheocean.

           Atlasttheconflagrationofseaandsky,lyingembracedandstillinaflamingcontactupontheedgeoftheworld,wentout.TheredsparksinthewatervanishedtogetherwiththestainsofbloodintheblackmantledrapingthesombreheadofthePlacidGulf;asuddenbreezesprangupanddiedoutafterrustlingheavilythegrowthofbushesontheruinedearthworkofthefort.Nostromowokeupfromafourteenhours’sleep,andarosefulllengthfromhislairinthelonggrass.Hestoodkneedeepamongstthewhisperingundulationsofthegreenbladeswiththelostairofamanjustbornintotheworld.Handsome,robust,andsupple,hethrewbackhishead,flunghisarmsopen,andstretchedhimselfwithaslowtwistofthewaistandaleisurelygrowlingyawnofwhiteteeth,asnaturalandfreefromevilinthemomentofwakingasamagnificentandunconsciouswildbeast.Then,inthesuddenlysteadiedglancefixeduponnothingfromunderathoughtfulfrown,appearedtheman.

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