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This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, for my contacts with land were , when very young, the first hint for “Nostromo” came to me in the shape of a vagrant anecdote completely destitute of valuable details.

As a matter of fact in 1875 or ‘6, in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, as with many of my longer stories,