CHAPTER I
BY CAPE SPARTEL
Over the meadows that blossom and witherRings but the note of a sea-bird's song,Only the sun and the rain come hitherAll year long.
The Deserted Garden.
Before us the Atlantic rolls to the verge of the "tideless, dolorous inland sea." In the little bay lying between Morocco's solitary lighthouse and the famous Caves of Spartel, the waters shine in colours that recall in turn the emerald, the sapphire, and the opal....
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