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Even
now
,
ill
as
she
was
,
ill
enough
to
feel
the
chill
,
black
breath
of
the
approaching
end
,
she
had
wished
to
see
him
.
It
was
like
putting
out
her
benumbed
hand
to
regain
her
hold
.
But
she
had
presumed
too
much
on
her
strength
.
She
could
not
command
her
thoughts
;
they
had
become
dim
,
like
her
vision
.
The
words
faltered
on
her
lips
,
and
only
the
paramount
anxiety
and
desire
of
her
life
seemed
to
be
too
strong
for
death
.
The
Capataz
said
,
"
I
have
heard
these
things
many
times
.
You
are
unjust
,
but
it
does
not
hurt
me
.
Only
now
you
do
not
seem
to
have
much
strength
to
talk
,
and
I
have
but
little
time
to
listen
.
I
am
engaged
in
a
work
of
very
great
moment
.
"
She
made
an
effort
to
ask
him
whether
it
was
true
that
he
had
found
time
to
go
and
fetch
a
doctor
for
her
.
Nostromo
nodded
affirmatively
.
She
was
pleased
:
it
relieved
her
sufferings
to
know
that
the
man
had
condescended
to
do
so
much
for
those
who
really
wanted
his
help
.
It
was
a
proof
of
his
friendship
.
Her
voice
become
stronger
.
"
I
want
a
priest
more
than
a
doctor
,
"
she
said
,
pathetically
.
She
did
not
move
her
head
;
only
her
eyes
ran
into
the
corners
to
watch
the
Capataz
standing
by
the
side
of
her
bed
.
"
Would
you
go
to
fetch
a
priest
for
me
now
?
Think
!
A
dying
woman
asks
you
!
"
Nostromo
shook
his
head
resolutely
.
He
did
not
believe
in
priests
in
their
sacerdotal
character
.
A
doctor
was
an
efficacious
person
;
but
a
priest
,
as
priest
,
was
nothing
,
incapable
of
doing
either
good
or
harm
.
Nostromo
did
not
even
dislike
the
sight
of
them
as
old
Giorgio
did
.
The
utter
uselessness
of
the
errand
was
what
struck
him
most
.
"
Padrona
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
have
been
like
this
before
,
and
got
better
after
a
few
days
.
I
have
given
you
already
the
very
last
moments
I
can
spare
.
Ask
Senora
Gould
to
send
you
one
.
"
He
was
feeling
uneasy
at
the
impiety
of
this
refusal
.
The
Padrona
believed
in
priests
,
and
confessed
herself
to
them
.
But
all
women
did
that
.
It
could
not
be
of
much
consequence
.
And
yet
his
heart
felt
oppressed
for
a
moment
--
at
the
thought
what
absolution
would
mean
to
her
if
she
believed
in
it
only
ever
so
little
.
No
matter
.
It
was
quite
true
that
he
had
given
her
already
the
very
last
moment
he
could
spare
.
"
You
refuse
to
go
?
"
she
gasped
.
"
Ah
!
you
are
always
yourself
,
indeed
.
"
