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"
"
If
that
's
all
he
is
sure
of
,
then
he
is
sure
of
nothing
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
He
had
perched
himself
again
on
the
end
of
the
table
.
He
nursed
his
cheek
in
the
palm
of
one
hand
,
while
the
other
sustained
the
elbow
.
"
It
is
the
last
thing
a
man
ought
to
be
sure
of
.
"
The
candle
,
half-consumed
and
burning
dimly
with
a
long
wick
,
lighted
up
from
below
his
inclined
face
,
whose
expression
affected
by
the
drawn-in
cicatrices
in
the
cheeks
,
had
something
vaguely
unnatural
,
an
exaggerated
remorseful
bitterness
.
As
he
sat
there
he
had
the
air
of
meditating
upon
sinister
things
.
The
engineer-in-chief
gazed
at
him
for
a
time
before
he
protested
.
"
I
really
do
n't
see
that
.
For
me
there
seems
to
be
nothing
else
.
However
--
--
"
He
was
a
wise
man
,
but
he
could
not
quite
conceal
his
contempt
for
that
sort
of
paradox
;
in
fact
.
Dr.
Monygham
was
not
liked
by
the
Europeans
of
Sulaco
.
His
outward
aspect
of
an
outcast
,
which
he
preserved
even
in
Mrs.
Gould
's
drawing-room
,
provoked
unfavourable
criticism
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
of
his
intelligence
;
and
as
he
had
lived
for
over
twenty
years
in
the
country
,
the
pessimism
of
his
outlook
could
not
be
altogether
ignored
.
But
instinctively
,
in
self-defence
of
their
activities
and
hopes
,
his
hearers
put
it
to
the
account
of
some
hidden
imperfection
in
the
man
's
character
.
It
was
known
that
many
years
before
,
when
quite
young
,
he
had
been
made
by
Guzman
Bento
chief
medical
officer
of
the
army
.
Not
one
of
the
Europeans
then
in
the
service
of
Costaguana
had
been
so
much
liked
and
trusted
by
the
fierce
old
Dictator
.
Afterwards
his
story
was
not
so
clear
.
It
lost
itself
amongst
the
innumerable
tales
of
conspiracies
and
plots
against
the
tyrant
as
a
stream
is
lost
in
an
arid
belt
of
sandy
country
before
it
emerges
,
diminished
and
troubled
,
perhaps
,
on
the
other
side
.
The
doctor
made
no
secret
of
it
that
he
had
lived
for
years
in
the
wildest
parts
of
the
Republic
,
wandering
with
almost
unknown
Indian
tribes
in
the
great
forests
of
the
far
interior
where
the
great
rivers
have
their
sources
.
But
it
was
mere
aimless
wandering
;
he
had
written
nothing
,
collected
nothing
,
brought
nothing
for
science
out
of
the
twilight
of
the
forests
,
which
seemed
to
cling
to
his
battered
personality
limping
about
Sulaco
,
where
it
had
drifted
in
casually
,
only
to
get
stranded
on
the
shores
of
the
sea
.
It
was
also
known
that
he
had
lived
in
a
state
of
destitution
till
the
arrival
of
the
Goulds
from
Europe
.
Don
Carlos
and
Dona
Emilia
had
taken
up
the
mad
English
doctor
,
when
it
became
apparent
that
for
all
his
savage
independence
he
could
be
tamed
by
kindness
.
Perhaps
it
was
only
hunger
that
had
tamed
him
.
In
years
gone
by
he
had
certainly
been
acquainted
with
Charles
Gould
's
father
in
Sta
.
Marta
;
and
now
,
no
matter
what
were
the
dark
passages
of
his
history
,
as
the
medical
officer
of
the
San
Tome
mine
he
became
a
recognized
personality
.
He
was
recognized
,
but
not
unreservedly
accepted
.
So
much
defiant
eccentricity
and
such
an
outspoken
scorn
for
mankind
seemed
to
point
to
mere
recklessness
of
judgment
,
the
bravado
of
guilt
.
Besides
,
since
he
had
become
again
of
some
account
,
vague
whispers
had
been
heard
that
years
ago
,
when
fallen
into
disgrace
and
thrown
into
prison
by
Guzman
Bento
at
the
time
of
the
so-called
Great
Conspiracy
,
he
had
betrayed
some
of
his
best
friends
amongst
the
conspirators
.
Nobody
pretended
to
believe
that
whisper
;
the
whole
story
of
the
Great
Conspiracy
was
hopelessly
involved
and
obscure
;
it
is
admitted
in
Costaguana
that
there
never
had
been
a
conspiracy
except
in
the
diseased
imagination
of
the
Tyrant
;
and
,
therefore
,
nothing
and
no
one
to
betray
;
though
the
most
distinguished
Costaguaneros
had
been
imprisoned
and
executed
upon
that
accusation
.
The
procedure
had
dragged
on
for
years
,
decimating
the
better
class
like
a
pestilence
.
The
mere
expression
of
sorrow
for
the
fate
of
executed
kinsmen
had
been
punished
with
death
.
Don
Jose
Avellanos
was
perhaps
the
only
one
living
who
knew
the
whole
story
of
those
unspeakable
cruelties
.
He
had
suffered
from
them
himself
,
and
he
,
with
a
shrug
of
the
shoulders
and
a
nervous
,
jerky
gesture
of
the
arm
,
was
wont
to
put
away
from
him
,
as
it
were
,
every
allusion
to
it
.
But
whatever
the
reason
,
Dr.
Monygham
,
a
personage
in
the
administration
of
the
Gould
Concession
,
treated
with
reverent
awe
by
the
miners
,
and
indulged
in
his
peculiarities
by
Mrs.
Gould
,
remained
somehow
outside
the
pale
.
It
was
not
from
any
liking
for
the
doctor
that
the
engineer-in-chief
had
lingered
in
the
inn
upon
the
plain
.
He
liked
old
Viola
much
better
.
He
had
come
to
look
upon
the
Albergo
d'ltalia
Una
as
a
dependence
of
the
railway
.
Many
of
his
subordinates
had
their
quarters
there
.
Mrs.
Gould
's
interest
in
the
family
conferred
upon
it
a
sort
of
distinction
.
The
engineer-in-chief
,
with
an
army
of
workers
under
his
orders
,
appreciated
the
moral
influence
of
the
old
Garibaldino
upon
his
countrymen
.
His
austere
,
old-world
Republicanism
had
a
severe
,
soldier-like
standard
of
faithfulness
and
duty
,
as
if
the
world
were
a
battlefield
where
men
had
to
fight
for
the
sake
of
universal
love
and
brotherhood
,
instead
of
a
more
or
less
large
share
of
booty
.
"
Poor
old
chap
!
"
he
said
,
after
he
had
heard
the
doctor
's
account
of
Teresa
.
"
He
'll
never
be
able
to
keep
the
place
going
by
himself
.
I
shall
be
sorry
.
"
