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"
I
made
no
comment
.
He
's
known
for
his
liberality
and
his
bad
luck
at
the
game
of
monte
,
which
keeps
him
as
poor
as
when
he
first
came
here
.
"'
I
suppose
,
Don
Martin
,
'
he
began
,
in
a
thoughtful
,
speculative
tone
,
'
that
the
Senor
Administrador
of
San
Tome
will
reward
me
some
day
if
I
save
his
silver
?
'
"
I
said
that
it
could
not
be
otherwise
,
surely
.
He
walked
on
,
muttering
to
himself
.
'
Si
,
si
,
without
doubt
,
without
doubt
;
and
,
look
you
,
Senor
Martin
,
what
it
is
to
be
well
spoken
of
!
There
is
not
another
man
that
could
have
been
even
thought
of
for
such
a
thing
.
I
shall
get
something
great
for
it
some
day
.
And
let
it
come
soon
,
'
he
mumbled
.
'
Time
passes
in
this
country
as
quick
as
anywhere
else
.
'
"
This
,
soeur
cherie
,
is
my
companion
in
the
great
escape
for
the
sake
of
the
great
cause
.
He
is
more
naive
than
shrewd
,
more
masterful
than
crafty
,
more
generous
with
his
personality
than
the
people
who
make
use
of
him
are
with
their
money
.
At
least
,
that
is
what
he
thinks
himself
with
more
pride
than
sentiment
.
I
am
glad
I
have
made
friends
with
him
.
As
a
companion
he
acquires
more
importance
than
he
ever
had
as
a
sort
of
minor
genius
in
his
way
--
as
an
original
Italian
sailor
whom
I
allowed
to
come
in
in
the
small
hours
and
talk
familiarly
to
the
editor
of
the
Porvenir
while
the
paper
was
going
through
the
press
.
And
it
is
curious
to
have
met
a
man
for
whom
the
value
of
life
seems
to
consist
in
personal
prestige
.
"
I
am
waiting
for
him
here
now
.
On
arriving
at
the
posada
kept
by
Viola
we
found
the
children
alone
down
below
,
and
the
old
Genoese
shouted
to
his
countryman
to
go
and
fetch
the
doctor
.
Otherwise
we
would
have
gone
on
to
the
wharf
,
where
it
appears
Captain
Mitchell
with
some
volunteer
Europeans
and
a
few
picked
Cargadores
are
loading
the
lighter
with
the
silver
that
must
be
saved
from
Montero
's
clutches
in
order
to
be
used
for
Montero
's
defeat
.
Nostromo
galloped
furiously
back
towards
the
town
.
He
has
been
long
gone
already
.
This
delay
gives
me
time
to
talk
to
you
.
By
the
time
this
pocket-book
reaches
your
hands
much
will
have
happened
.
But
now
it
is
a
pause
under
the
hovering
wing
of
death
in
this
silent
house
buried
in
the
black
night
,
with
this
dying
woman
,
the
two
children
crouching
without
a
sound
,
and
that
old
man
whom
I
can
hear
through
the
thickness
of
the
wall
passing
up
and
down
with
a
light
rubbing
noise
no
louder
than
a
mouse
.
And
I
,
the
only
other
with
them
,
do
n't
really
know
whether
to
count
myself
with
the
living
or
with
the
dead
.
'
Quien
sabe
?
'
as
the
people
here
are
prone
to
say
in
answer
to
every
question
.
But
no
!
feeling
for
you
is
certainly
not
dead
,
and
the
whole
thing
,
the
house
,
the
dark
night
,
the
silent
children
in
this
dim
room
,
my
very
presence
here
--
all
this
is
life
,
must
be
life
,
since
it
is
so
much
like
a
dream
.
"
With
the
writing
of
the
last
line
there
came
upon
Decoud
a
moment
of
sudden
and
complete
oblivion
.
He
swayed
over
the
table
as
if
struck
by
a
bullet
.
The
next
moment
he
sat
up
,
confused
,
with
the
idea
that
he
had
heard
his
pencil
roll
on
the
floor
.
The
low
door
of
the
cafe
,
wide
open
,
was
filled
with
the
glare
of
a
torch
in
which
was
visible
half
of
a
horse
,
switching
its
tail
against
the
leg
of
a
rider
with
a
long
iron
spur
strapped
to
the
naked
heel
.
The
two
girls
were
gone
,
and
Nostromo
,
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
looked
at
him
from
under
the
round
brim
of
the
sombrero
low
down
over
his
brow
.
"
I
have
brought
that
sour-faced
English
doctor
in
Senora
Gould
's
carriage
,
"
said
Nostromo
.
"
I
doubt
if
,
with
all
his
wisdom
,
he
can
save
the
Padrona
this
time
.
They
have
sent
for
the
children
.
A
bad
sign
that
.
"
He
sat
down
on
the
end
of
a
bench
.
"
She
wants
to
give
them
her
blessing
,
I
suppose
.
"
