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"
Bah
!
"
interrupted
the
doctor
,
without
stopping
for
an
instant
the
idle
swinging
movement
of
his
legs
.
"
Self-flattery
.
Food
for
that
vanity
which
makes
the
world
go
round
.
Meantime
,
what
do
you
think
is
going
to
happen
to
the
treasure
floating
about
the
gulf
with
the
great
Capataz
and
the
great
politician
?
"
"
Why
are
you
uneasy
about
it
,
doctor
?
"
"
I
uneasy
!
And
what
the
devil
is
it
to
me
?
I
put
no
spiritual
value
into
my
desires
,
or
my
opinions
,
or
my
actions
.
They
have
not
enough
vastness
to
give
me
room
for
self-flattery
.
Look
,
for
instance
,
I
should
certainly
have
liked
to
ease
the
last
moments
of
that
poor
woman
.
And
I
ca
n't
.
It
's
impossible
.
Have
you
met
the
impossible
face
to
face
--
or
have
you
,
the
Napoleon
of
railways
,
no
such
word
in
your
dictionary
?
"
"
Is
she
bound
to
have
a
very
bad
time
of
it
?
"
asked
the
chief
engineer
,
with
humane
concern
.
Slow
,
heavy
footsteps
moved
across
the
planks
above
the
heavy
hard
wood
beams
of
the
kitchen
.
Then
down
the
narrow
opening
of
the
staircase
made
in
the
thickness
of
the
wall
,
and
narrow
enough
to
be
defended
by
one
man
against
twenty
enemies
,
came
the
murmur
of
two
voices
,
one
faint
and
broken
,
the
other
deep
and
gentle
answering
it
,
and
in
its
graver
tone
covering
the
weaker
sound
.
The
two
men
remained
still
and
silent
till
the
murmurs
ceased
,
then
the
doctor
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
muttered
--
"
Yes
,
she
's
bound
to
.
And
I
could
do
nothing
if
I
went
up
now
.
"
A
long
period
of
silence
above
and
below
ensued
.
"
I
fancy
,
"
began
the
engineer
,
in
a
subdued
voice
,
"
that
you
mistrust
Captain
Mitchell
's
Capataz
.
"
