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CHARLES
GOULD
turned
towards
the
town
.
Before
him
the
jagged
peaks
of
the
Sierra
came
out
all
black
in
the
clear
dawn
.
Here
and
there
a
muffled
lepero
whisked
round
the
corner
of
a
grass-grown
street
before
the
ringing
hoofs
of
his
horse
.
Dogs
barked
behind
the
walls
of
the
gardens
;
and
with
the
colourless
light
the
chill
of
the
snows
seemed
to
fall
from
the
mountains
upon
the
disjointed
pavements
and
the
shuttered
houses
with
broken
cornices
and
the
plaster
peeling
in
patches
between
the
flat
pilasters
of
the
fronts
.
The
daybreak
struggled
with
the
gloom
under
the
arcades
on
the
Plaza
,
with
no
signs
of
country
people
disposing
their
goods
for
the
day
's
market
,
piles
of
fruit
,
bundles
of
vegetables
ornamented
with
flowers
,
on
low
benches
under
enormous
mat
umbrellas
;
with
no
cheery
early
morning
bustle
of
villagers
,
women
,
children
,
and
loaded
donkeys
.
Only
a
few
scattered
knots
of
revolutionists
stood
in
the
vast
space
,
all
looking
one
way
from
under
their
slouched
hats
for
some
sign
of
news
from
Rincon
.
The
largest
of
those
groups
turned
about
like
one
man
as
Charles
Gould
passed
,
and
shouted
,
"
Viva
la
libertad
!
"
after
him
in
a
menacing
tone
.
Charles
Gould
rode
on
,
and
turned
into
the
archway
of
his
house
.
In
the
patio
littered
with
straw
,
a
practicante
,
one
of
Dr.
Monygham
's
native
assistants
,
sat
on
the
ground
with
his
back
against
the
rim
of
the
fountain
,
fingering
a
guitar
discreetly
,
while
two
girls
of
the
lower
class
,
standing
up
before
him
,
shuffled
their
feet
a
little
and
waved
their
arms
,
humming
a
popular
dance
tune
.
Most
of
the
wounded
during
the
two
days
of
rioting
had
been
taken
away
already
by
their
friends
and
relations
,
but
several
figures
could
be
seen
sitting
up
balancing
their
bandaged
heads
in
time
to
the
music
.
Charles
Gould
dismounted
.
A
sleepy
mozo
coming
out
of
the
bakery
door
took
hold
of
the
horse
's
bridle
;
the
practicante
endeavoured
to
conceal
his
guitar
hastily
;
the
girls
,
unabashed
,
stepped
back
smiling
;
and
Charles
Gould
,
on
his
way
to
the
staircase
,
glanced
into
a
dark
corner
of
the
patio
at
another
group
,
a
mortally
wounded
Cargador
with
a
woman
kneeling
by
his
side
;
she
mumbled
prayers
rapidly
,
trying
at
the
same
time
to
force
a
piece
of
orange
between
the
stiffening
lips
of
the
dying
man
.
The
cruel
futility
of
things
stood
unveiled
in
the
levity
and
sufferings
of
that
incorrigible
people
;
the
cruel
futility
of
lives
and
of
deaths
thrown
away
in
the
vain
endeavour
to
attain
an
enduring
solution
of
the
problem
.
Unlike
Decoud
,
Charles
Gould
could
not
play
lightly
a
part
in
a
tragic
farce
.
It
was
tragic
enough
for
him
in
all
conscience
,
but
he
could
see
no
farcical
element
.
He
suffered
too
much
under
a
conviction
of
irremediable
folly
.
He
was
too
severely
practical
and
too
idealistic
to
look
upon
its
terrible
humours
with
amusement
,
as
Martin
Decoud
,
the
imaginative
materialist
,
was
able
to
do
in
the
dry
light
of
his
scepticism
.
To
him
,
as
to
all
of
us
,
the
compromises
with
his
conscience
appeared
uglier
than
ever
in
the
light
of
failure
.
His
taciturnity
,
assumed
with
a
purpose
,
had
prevented
him
from
tampering
openly
with
his
thoughts
;
but
the
Gould
Concession
had
insidiously
corrupted
his
judgment
.
He
might
have
known
,
he
said
to
himself
,
leaning
over
the
balustrade
of
the
corredor
,
that
Ribierism
could
never
come
to
anything
.
The
mine
had
corrupted
his
judgment
by
making
him
sick
of
bribing
and
intriguing
merely
to
have
his
work
left
alone
from
day
to
day
.
Like
his
father
,
he
did
not
like
to
be
robbed
.
It
exasperated
him
.
He
had
persuaded
himself
that
,
apart
from
higher
considerations
,
the
backing
up
of
Don
Jose
's
hopes
of
reform
was
good
business
.
He
had
gone
forth
into
the
senseless
fray
as
his
poor
uncle
,
whose
sword
hung
on
the
wall
of
his
study
,
had
gone
forth
--
in
the
defence
of
the
commonest
decencies
of
organized
society
.
Only
his
weapon
was
the
wealth
of
the
mine
,
more
far-reaching
and
subtle
than
an
honest
blade
of
steel
fitted
into
a
simple
brass
guard
.
More
dangerous
to
the
wielder
,
too
,
this
weapon
of
wealth
,
double-edged
with
the
cupidity
and
misery
of
mankind
,
steeped
in
all
the
vices
of
self-indulgence
as
in
a
concoction
of
poisonous
roots
,
tainting
the
very
cause
for
which
it
is
drawn
,
always
ready
to
turn
awkwardly
in
the
hand
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
now
but
to
go
on
using
it
.
But
he
promised
himself
to
see
it
shattered
into
small
bits
before
he
let
it
be
wrenched
from
his
grasp
.
After
all
,
with
his
English
parentage
and
English
upbringing
,
he
perceived
that
he
was
an
adventurer
in
Costaguana
,
the
descendant
of
adventurers
enlisted
in
a
foreign
legion
,
of
men
who
had
sought
fortune
in
a
revolutionary
war
,
who
had
planned
revolutions
,
who
had
believed
in
revolutions
.
For
all
the
uprightness
of
his
character
,
he
had
something
of
an
adventurer
's
easy
morality
which
takes
count
of
personal
risk
in
the
ethical
appraising
of
his
action
.
He
was
prepared
,
if
need
be
,
to
blow
up
the
whole
San
Tome
mountain
sky
high
out
of
the
territory
of
the
Republic
.
This
resolution
expressed
the
tenacity
of
his
character
,
the
remorse
of
that
subtle
conjugal
infidelity
through
which
his
wife
was
no
longer
the
sole
mistress
of
his
thoughts
,
something
of
his
father
's
imaginative
weakness
,
and
something
,
too
,
of
the
spirit
of
a
buccaneer
throwing
a
lighted
match
into
the
magazine
rather
than
surrender
his
ship
.
Down
below
in
the
patio
the
wounded
Cargador
had
breathed
his
last
.
The
woman
cried
out
once
,
and
her
cry
,
unexpected
and
shrill
,
made
all
the
wounded
sit
up
.
The
practicante
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
and
,
guitar
in
hand
,
gazed
steadily
in
her
direction
with
elevated
eyebrows
.
The
two
girls
--
sitting
now
one
on
each
side
of
their
wounded
relative
,
with
their
knees
drawn
up
and
long
cigars
between
their
lips
--
nodded
at
each
other
significantly
.
Charles
Gould
,
looking
down
over
the
balustrade
,
saw
three
men
dressed
ceremoniously
in
black
frock-coats
with
white
shirts
,
and
wearing
European
round
hats
,
enter
the
patio
from
the
street
.
One
of
them
,
head
and
shoulders
taller
than
the
two
others
,
advanced
with
marked
gravity
,
leading
the
way
.
This
was
Don
Juste
Lopez
,
accompanied
by
two
of
his
friends
,
members
of
Assembly
,
coming
to
call
upon
the
Administrador
of
the
San
Tome
mine
at
this
early
hour
.
They
saw
him
,
too
,
waved
their
hands
to
him
urgently
,
walking
up
the
stairs
as
if
in
procession
.
Don
Juste
,
astonishingly
changed
by
having
shaved
off
altogether
his
damaged
beard
,
had
lost
with
it
ninetenths
of
his
outward
dignity
.
Even
at
that
time
of
serious
pre-occupation
Charles
Gould
could
not
help
noting
the
revealed
ineptitude
in
the
aspect
of
the
man
.
His
companions
looked
crestfallen
and
sleepy
.
One
kept
on
passing
the
tip
of
his
tongue
over
his
parched
lips
;
the
other
's
eyes
strayed
dully
over
the
tiled
floor
of
the
corredor
,
while
Don
Juste
,
standing
a
little
in
advance
,
harangued
the
Senor
Administrador
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
It
was
his
firm
opinion
that
forms
had
to
be
observed
.
A
new
governor
is
always
visited
by
deputations
from
the
Cabildo
,
which
is
the
Municipal
Council
,
from
the
Consulado
,
the
commercial
Board
,
and
it
was
proper
that
the
Provincial
Assembly
should
send
a
deputation
,
too
,
if
only
to
assert
the
existence
of
parliamentary
institutions
.
