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There
was
a
great
fund
of
loyalty
in
Dr.
Monygham
's
nature
.
He
had
settled
it
all
on
Mrs.
Gould
's
head
.
He
believed
her
worthy
of
every
devotion
.
At
the
bottom
of
his
heart
he
felt
an
angry
uneasiness
before
the
prosperity
of
the
San
Tome
mine
,
because
its
growth
was
robbing
her
of
all
peace
of
mind
.
Costaguana
was
no
place
for
a
woman
of
that
kind
.
What
could
Charles
Gould
have
been
thinking
of
when
he
brought
her
out
there
!
It
was
outrageous
!
And
the
doctor
had
watched
the
course
of
events
with
a
grim
and
distant
reserve
which
,
he
imagined
,
his
lamentable
history
imposed
upon
him
.
Loyalty
to
Mrs.
Gould
could
not
,
however
,
leave
out
of
account
the
safety
of
her
husband
.
The
doctor
had
contrived
to
be
in
town
at
the
critical
time
because
he
mistrusted
Charles
Gould
.
He
considered
him
hopelessly
infected
with
the
madness
of
revolutions
.
That
is
why
he
hobbled
in
distress
in
the
drawing-room
of
the
Casa
Gould
on
that
morning
,
exclaiming
,
"
Decoud
,
Decoud
!
"
in
a
tone
of
mournful
irritation
.
Mrs.
Gould
,
her
colour
heightened
,
and
with
glistening
eyes
,
looked
straight
before
her
at
the
sudden
enormity
of
that
disaster
.
The
finger-tips
on
one
hand
rested
lightly
on
a
low
little
table
by
her
side
,
and
the
arm
trembled
right
up
to
the
shoulder
.
The
sun
,
which
looks
late
upon
Sulaco
,
issuing
in
all
the
fulness
of
its
power
high
up
on
the
sky
from
behind
the
dazzling
snow-edge
of
Higuerota
,
had
precipitated
the
delicate
,
smooth
,
pearly
greyness
of
light
,
in
which
the
town
lies
steeped
during
the
early
hours
,
into
sharp-cut
masses
of
black
shade
and
spaces
of
hot
,
blinding
glare
.
Three
long
rectangles
of
sunshine
fell
through
the
windows
of
the
sala
;
while
just
across
the
street
the
front
of
the
Avellanos
's
house
appeared
very
sombre
in
its
own
shadow
seen
through
the
flood
of
light
.
A
voice
said
at
the
door
,
"
What
of
Decoud
?
"
It
was
Charles
Gould
.
They
had
not
heard
him
coming
along
the
corredor
.
His
glance
just
glided
over
his
wife
and
struck
full
at
the
doctor
.
"
You
have
brought
some
news
,
doctor
?
"
Dr.
Monygham
blurted
it
all
out
at
once
,
in
the
rough
.
For
some
time
after
he
had
done
,
the
Administrador
of
the
San
Tome
mine
remained
looking
at
him
without
a
word
.
Mrs.
Gould
sank
into
a
low
chair
with
her
hands
lying
on
her
lap
.
A
silence
reigned
between
those
three
motionless
persons
.
Then
Charles
Gould
spoke
--
"
You
must
want
some
breakfast
.
"
He
stood
aside
to
let
his
wife
pass
first
.
She
caught
up
her
husband
's
hand
and
pressed
it
as
she
went
out
,
raising
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
.
The
sight
of
her
husband
had
brought
Antonia
's
position
to
her
mind
,
and
she
could
not
contain
her
tears
at
the
thought
of
the
poor
girl
.
