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Dazedly
Decoud
observed
that
he
must
have
fallen
sound
asleep
,
and
Nostromo
said
,
with
a
vague
smile
,
that
he
had
looked
in
at
the
window
and
had
seen
him
lying
still
across
the
table
with
his
head
on
his
arms
.
The
English
senora
had
also
come
in
the
carriage
,
and
went
upstairs
at
once
with
the
doctor
.
She
had
told
him
not
to
wake
up
Don
Martin
yet
;
but
when
they
sent
for
the
children
he
had
come
into
the
cafe
.
The
half
of
the
horse
with
its
half
of
the
rider
swung
round
outside
the
door
;
the
torch
of
tow
and
resin
in
the
iron
basket
which
was
carried
on
a
stick
at
the
saddle-bow
flared
right
into
the
room
for
a
moment
,
and
Mrs.
Gould
entered
hastily
with
a
very
white
,
tired
face
.
The
hood
of
her
dark
,
blue
cloak
had
fallen
back
.
Both
men
rose
.
"
Teresa
wants
to
see
you
,
Nostromo
,
"
she
said
.
The
Capataz
did
not
move
.
Decoud
,
with
his
back
to
the
table
,
began
to
button
up
his
coat
.
"
The
silver
,
Mrs.
Gould
,
the
silver
,
"
he
murmured
in
English
.
"
Do
n't
forget
that
the
Esmeralda
garrison
have
got
a
steamer
.
They
may
appear
at
any
moment
at
the
harbour
entrance
.
"
"
The
doctor
says
there
is
no
hope
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
spoke
rapidly
,
also
in
English
.
"
I
shall
take
you
down
to
the
wharf
in
my
carriage
and
then
come
back
to
fetch
away
the
girls
.
"
She
changed
swiftly
into
Spanish
to
address
Nostromo
.
"
Why
are
you
wasting
time
?
Old
Giorgio
's
wife
wishes
to
see
you
.
"
"
I
am
going
to
her
,
senora
,
"
muttered
the
Capataz
.
Dr.
Monygham
now
showed
himself
,
bringing
back
the
children
.
To
Mrs.
Gould
's
inquiring
glance
he
only
shook
his
head
and
went
outside
at
once
,
followed
by
Nostromo
.
The
horse
of
the
torch-bearer
,
motionless
,
hung
his
head
low
,
and
the
rider
had
dropped
the
reins
to
light
a
cigarette
.
The
glare
of
the
torch
played
on
the
front
of
the
house
crossed
by
the
big
black
letters
of
its
inscription
in
which
only
the
word
ITALIA
was
lighted
fully
.
The
patch
of
wavering
glare
reached
as
far
as
Mrs.
Gould
's
carriage
waiting
on
the
road
,
with
the
yellow-faced
,
portly
Ignacio
apparently
dozing
on
the
box
.
By
his
side
Basilio
,
dark
and
skinny
,
held
a
Winchester
carbine
in
front
of
him
,
with
both
hands
,
and
peered
fearfully
into
the
darkness
.
Nostromo
touched
lightly
the
doctor
's
shoulder
.
"
Is
she
really
dying
,
senor
doctor
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
with
a
strange
twitch
of
his
scarred
cheek
.
"
And
why
she
wants
to
see
you
I
can
not
imagine
.
"
