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Decoud
lay
on
the
silver
boxes
panting
.
All
his
active
sensations
and
feelings
from
as
far
back
as
he
could
remember
seemed
to
him
the
maddest
of
dreams
.
Even
his
passionate
devotion
to
Antonia
into
which
he
had
worked
himself
up
out
of
the
depths
of
his
scepticism
had
lost
all
appearance
of
reality
.
For
a
moment
he
was
the
prey
of
an
extremely
languid
but
not
unpleasant
indifference
.
"
I
am
sure
they
did
n't
mean
you
to
take
such
a
desperate
view
of
this
affair
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
was
it
,
then
?
A
joke
?
"
snarled
the
man
,
who
on
the
pay-sheets
of
the
O.S.N.
Company
's
establishment
in
Sulaco
was
described
as
"
Foreman
of
the
wharf
"
against
the
figure
of
his
wages
.
"
Was
it
for
a
joke
they
woke
me
up
from
my
sleep
after
two
days
of
street
fighting
to
make
me
stake
my
life
upon
a
bad
card
?
Everybody
knows
,
too
,
that
I
am
not
a
lucky
gambler
.
"
"
Yes
,
everybody
knows
of
your
good
luck
with
women
,
Capataz
,
"
Decoud
propitiated
his
companion
in
a
weary
drawl
.
"
Look
here
,
senor
,
"
Nostromo
went
on
.
"
I
never
even
remonstrated
about
this
affair
.
Directly
I
heard
what
was
wanted
I
saw
what
a
desperate
affair
it
must
be
,
and
I
made
up
my
mind
to
see
it
out
.
Every
minute
was
of
importance
.
I
had
to
wait
for
you
first
.
Then
,
when
we
arrived
at
the
Italia
Una
,
old
Giorgio
shouted
to
me
to
go
for
the
English
doctor
.
Later
on
,
that
poor
dying
woman
wanted
to
see
me
,
as
you
know
.
Senor
,
I
was
reluctant
to
go
.
I
felt
already
this
cursed
silver
growing
heavy
upon
my
back
,
and
I
was
afraid
that
,
knowing
herself
to
be
dying
,
she
would
ask
me
to
ride
off
again
for
a
priest
.
Father
Corbelan
,
who
is
fearless
,
would
have
come
at
a
word
;
but
Father
Corbelan
is
far
away
,
safe
with
the
band
of
Hernandez
,
and
the
populace
,
that
would
have
liked
to
tear
him
to
pieces
,
are
much
incensed
against
the
priests
.
Not
a
single
fat
padre
would
have
consented
to
put
his
head
out
of
his
hiding-place
to-night
to
save
a
Christian
soul
,
except
,
perhaps
,
under
my
protection
.
That
was
in
her
mind
.
I
pretended
I
did
not
believe
she
was
going
to
die
.
Senor
,
I
refused
to
fetch
a
priest
for
a
dying
woman
...
"
Decoud
was
heard
to
stir
.
"
You
did
,
Capataz
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
His
tone
changed
.
"
Well
,
you
know
--
it
was
rather
fine
.
"
"
You
do
not
believe
in
priests
,
Don
Martin
?
Neither
do
I.
What
was
the
use
of
wasting
time
?
But
she
--
she
believes
in
them
.
The
thing
sticks
in
my
throat
.
She
may
be
dead
already
,
and
here
we
are
floating
helpless
with
no
wind
at
all
.
Curse
on
all
superstition
.
She
died
thinking
I
deprived
her
of
Paradise
,
I
suppose
.
It
shall
be
the
most
desperate
affair
of
my
life
.
"
