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At
the
top
he
paused
,
broad
shouldered
,
narrow
hipped
and
supple
,
looking
at
the
large
bed
,
like
a
white
couch
of
state
,
with
a
profusion
of
snowy
linen
,
amongst
which
the
Padrona
sat
unpropped
and
bowed
,
her
handsome
,
black-browed
face
bent
over
her
chest
.
A
mass
of
raven
hair
with
only
a
few
white
threads
in
it
covered
her
shoulders
;
one
thick
strand
fallen
forward
half
veiled
her
cheek
.
Perfectly
motionless
in
that
pose
,
expressing
physical
anxiety
and
unrest
,
she
turned
her
eyes
alone
towards
Nostromo
.
The
Capataz
had
a
red
sash
wound
many
times
round
his
waist
,
and
a
heavy
silver
ring
on
the
forefinger
of
the
hand
he
raised
to
give
a
twist
to
his
moustache
.
"
Their
revolutions
,
their
revolutions
,
"
gasped
Senora
Teresa
.
"
Look
,
Gian
'
Battista
,
it
has
killed
me
at
last
!
"
Nostromo
said
nothing
,
and
the
sick
woman
with
an
upward
glance
insisted
.
"
Look
,
this
one
has
killed
me
,
while
you
were
away
fighting
for
what
did
not
concern
you
,
foolish
man
.
"
"
Why
talk
like
this
?
"
mumbled
the
Capataz
between
his
teeth
.
"
Will
you
never
believe
in
my
good
sense
?
It
concerns
me
to
keep
on
being
what
I
am
:
every
day
alike
.
"
"
You
never
change
,
indeed
,
"
she
said
,
bitterly
.
"
Always
thinking
of
yourself
and
taking
your
pay
out
in
fine
words
from
those
who
care
nothing
for
you
.
"
There
was
between
them
an
intimacy
of
antagonism
as
close
in
its
way
as
the
intimacy
of
accord
and
affection
.
He
had
not
walked
along
the
way
of
Teresa
's
expectations
.
It
was
she
who
had
encouraged
him
to
leave
his
ship
,
in
the
hope
of
securing
a
friend
and
defender
for
the
girls
.
The
wife
of
old
Giorgio
was
aware
of
her
precarious
health
,
and
was
haunted
by
the
fear
of
her
aged
husband
's
loneliness
and
the
unprotected
state
of
the
children
.
She
had
wanted
to
annex
that
apparently
quiet
and
steady
young
man
,
affectionate
and
pliable
,
an
orphan
from
his
tenderest
age
,
as
he
had
told
her
,
with
no
ties
in
Italy
except
an
uncle
,
owner
and
master
of
a
felucca
,
from
whose
ill-usage
he
had
run
away
before
he
was
fourteen
.
He
had
seemed
to
her
courageous
,
a
hard
worker
,
determined
to
make
his
way
in
the
world
.
From
gratitude
and
the
ties
of
habit
he
would
become
like
a
son
to
herself
and
Giorgio
;
and
then
,
who
knows
,
when
Linda
had
grown
up
...
Ten
years
'
difference
between
husband
and
wife
was
not
so
much
.
Her
own
great
man
was
nearly
twenty
years
older
than
herself
.
Gian
'
Battista
was
an
attractive
young
fellow
,
besides
;
attractive
to
men
,
women
,
and
children
,
just
by
that
profound
quietness
of
personality
which
,
like
a
serene
twilight
,
rendered
more
seductive
the
promise
of
his
vigorous
form
and
the
resolution
of
his
conduct
.
Old
Giorgio
,
in
profound
ignorance
of
his
wife
's
views
and
hopes
,
had
a
great
regard
for
his
young
countryman
.
"
A
man
ought
not
to
be
tame
,
"
he
used
to
tell
her
,
quoting
the
Spanish
proverb
in
defence
of
the
splendid
Capataz
.
She
was
growing
jealous
of
his
success
.
He
was
escaping
from
her
,
she
feared
.
She
was
practical
,
and
he
seemed
to
her
to
be
an
absurd
spendthrift
of
these
qualities
which
made
him
so
valuable
.
He
got
too
little
for
them
.
He
scattered
them
with
both
hands
amongst
too
many
people
,
she
thought
.
He
laid
no
money
by
.
She
railed
at
his
poverty
,
his
exploits
,
his
adventures
,
his
loves
and
his
reputation
;
but
in
her
heart
she
had
never
given
him
up
,
as
though
,
indeed
,
he
had
been
her
son
.
