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In
the
intimacy
of
that
intercourse
he
could
not
keep
out
his
weariness
,
his
great
fatigue
,
the
close
touch
of
his
bodily
sensations
.
He
began
again
as
if
he
were
talking
to
her
.
With
almost
an
illusion
of
her
presence
,
he
wrote
the
phrase
,
"
I
am
very
hungry
.
"
"
I
have
the
feeling
of
a
great
solitude
around
me
,
"
he
continued
.
"
Is
it
,
perhaps
,
because
I
am
the
only
man
with
a
definite
idea
in
his
head
,
in
the
complete
collapse
of
every
resolve
,
intention
,
and
hope
about
me
?
But
the
solitude
is
also
very
real
.
All
the
engineers
are
out
,
and
have
been
for
two
days
,
looking
after
the
property
of
the
National
Central
Railway
,
of
that
great
Costaguana
undertaking
which
is
to
put
money
into
the
pockets
of
Englishmen
,
Frenchmen
,
Americans
,
Germans
,
and
God
knows
who
else
.
The
silence
about
me
is
ominous
.
There
is
above
the
middle
part
of
this
house
a
sort
of
first
floor
,
with
narrow
openings
like
loopholes
for
windows
,
probably
used
in
old
times
for
the
better
defence
against
the
savages
,
when
the
persistent
barbarism
of
our
native
continent
did
not
wear
the
black
coats
of
politicians
,
but
went
about
yelling
,
half-naked
,
with
bows
and
arrows
in
its
hands
.
The
woman
of
the
house
is
dying
up
there
,
I
believe
,
all
alone
with
her
old
husband
.
There
is
a
narrow
staircase
,
the
sort
of
staircase
one
man
could
easily
defend
against
a
mob
,
leading
up
there
,
and
I
have
just
heard
,
through
the
thickness
of
the
wall
,
the
old
fellow
going
down
into
their
kitchen
for
something
or
other
.
It
was
a
sort
of
noise
a
mouse
might
make
behind
the
plaster
of
a
wall
.
All
the
servants
they
had
ran
away
yesterday
and
have
not
returned
yet
,
if
ever
they
do
.
For
the
rest
,
there
are
only
two
children
here
,
two
girls
.
The
father
has
sent
them
downstairs
,
and
they
have
crept
into
this
cafe
,
perhaps
because
I
am
here
.
They
huddle
together
in
a
corner
,
in
each
other
's
arms
;
I
just
noticed
them
a
few
minutes
ago
,
and
I
feel
more
lonely
than
ever
.
"
Decoud
turned
half
round
in
his
chair
,
and
asked
,
"
Is
there
any
bread
here
?
"
Linda
's
dark
head
was
shaken
negatively
in
response
,
above
the
fair
head
of
her
sister
nestling
on
her
breast
.
"
You
could
n't
get
me
some
bread
?
"
insisted
Decoud
.
The
child
did
not
move
;
he
saw
her
large
eyes
stare
at
him
very
dark
from
the
corner
.
"
You
're
not
afraid
of
me
?
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
"
said
Linda
,
"
we
are
not
afraid
of
you
.
You
came
here
with
Gian
'
Battista
.
"
"
You
mean
Nostromo
?
"
said
Decoud
.
"
The
English
call
him
so
,
but
that
is
no
name
either
for
man
or
beast
,
"
said
the
girl
,
passing
her
hand
gently
over
her
sister
's
hair
.
"
But
he
lets
people
call
him
so
,
"
remarked
Decoud
.
