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Nostromo
stood
for
a
time
as
if
struck
dumb
.
She
never
looked
at
him
.
A
self-confident
,
mirthless
smile
passed
quickly
from
his
lips
,
and
then
he
backed
away
.
His
disregarded
figure
sank
down
beyond
the
doorway
.
He
descended
the
stairs
backwards
,
with
the
usual
sense
of
having
been
somehow
baffled
by
this
woman
's
disparagement
of
this
reputation
he
had
obtained
and
desired
to
keep
.
Downstairs
in
the
big
kitchen
a
candle
was
burning
,
surrounded
by
the
shadows
of
the
walls
,
of
the
ceiling
,
but
no
ruddy
glare
filled
the
open
square
of
the
outer
door
.
The
carriage
with
Mrs.
Gould
and
Don
Martin
,
preceded
by
the
horseman
bearing
the
torch
,
had
gone
on
to
the
jetty
.
Dr.
Monygham
,
who
had
remained
,
sat
on
the
corner
of
a
hard
wood
table
near
the
candlestick
,
his
seamed
,
shaven
face
inclined
sideways
,
his
arms
crossed
on
his
breast
,
his
lips
pursed
up
,
and
his
prominent
eyes
glaring
stonily
upon
the
floor
of
black
earth
.
Near
the
overhanging
mantel
of
the
fireplace
,
where
the
pot
of
water
was
still
boiling
violently
,
old
Giorgio
held
his
chin
in
his
hand
,
one
foot
advanced
,
as
if
arrested
by
a
sudden
thought
.
"
Adios
,
viejo
,
"
said
Nostromo
,
feeling
the
handle
of
his
revolver
in
the
belt
and
loosening
his
knife
in
its
sheath
.
He
picked
up
a
blue
poncho
lined
with
red
from
the
table
,
and
put
it
over
his
head
.
"
Adios
,
look
after
the
things
in
my
sleeping-room
,
and
if
you
hear
from
me
no
more
,
give
up
the
box
to
Paquita
.
There
is
not
much
of
value
there
,
except
my
new
serape
from
Mexico
,
and
a
few
silver
buttons
on
my
best
jacket
.
No
matter
!
The
things
will
look
well
enough
on
the
next
lover
she
gets
,
and
the
man
need
not
be
afraid
I
shall
linger
on
earth
after
I
am
dead
,
like
those
Gringos
that
haunt
the
Azuera
.
"
Dr.
Monygham
twisted
his
lips
into
a
bitter
smile
.
After
old
Giorgio
,
with
an
almost
imperceptible
nod
and
without
a
word
,
had
gone
up
the
narrow
stairs
,
he
said
--
"
Why
,
Capataz
!
I
thought
you
could
never
fail
in
anything
.
"
Nostromo
,
glancing
contemptuously
at
the
doctor
,
lingered
in
the
doorway
rolling
a
cigarette
,
then
struck
a
match
,
and
,
after
lighting
it
,
held
the
burning
piece
of
wood
above
his
head
till
the
flame
nearly
touched
his
fingers
.
"
No
wind
!
"
he
muttered
to
himself
.
"
Look
here
,
senor
--
do
you
know
the
nature
of
my
undertaking
?
"
Dr.
Monygham
nodded
sourly
.
