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When
she
rejoined
the
two
men
in
the
diningroom
after
having
bathed
her
face
,
Charles
Gould
was
saying
to
the
doctor
across
the
table
--
"
No
,
there
does
not
seem
any
room
for
doubt
.
"
And
the
doctor
assented
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
see
myself
how
we
could
question
that
wretched
Hirsch
's
tale
.
It
's
only
too
true
,
I
fear
.
"
She
sat
down
desolately
at
the
head
of
the
table
and
looked
from
one
to
the
other
.
The
two
men
,
without
absolutely
turning
their
heads
away
,
tried
to
avoid
her
glance
.
The
doctor
even
made
a
show
of
being
hungry
;
he
seized
his
knife
and
fork
,
and
began
to
eat
with
emphasis
,
as
if
on
the
stage
.
Charles
Gould
made
no
pretence
of
the
sort
;
with
his
elbows
raised
squarely
,
he
twisted
both
ends
of
his
flaming
moustaches
--
they
were
so
long
that
his
hands
were
quite
away
from
his
face
.
"
I
am
not
surprised
,
"
he
muttered
,
abandoning
his
moustaches
and
throwing
one
arm
over
the
back
of
his
chair
.
His
face
was
calm
with
that
immobility
of
expression
which
betrays
the
intensity
of
a
mental
struggle
.
He
felt
that
this
accident
had
brought
to
a
point
all
the
consequences
involved
in
his
line
of
conduct
,
with
its
conscious
and
subconscious
intentions
.
There
must
be
an
end
now
of
this
silent
reserve
,
of
that
air
of
impenetrability
behind
which
he
had
been
safeguarding
his
dignity
.
It
was
the
least
ignoble
form
of
dissembling
forced
upon
him
by
that
parody
of
civilized
institutions
which
offended
his
intelligence
,
his
uprightness
,
and
his
sense
of
right
.
He
was
like
his
father
.
He
had
no
ironic
eye
.
He
was
not
amused
at
the
absurdities
that
prevail
in
this
world
.
They
hurt
him
in
his
innate
gravity
.
He
felt
that
the
miserable
death
of
that
poor
Decoud
took
from
him
his
inaccessible
position
of
a
force
in
the
background
.
It
committed
him
openly
unless
he
wished
to
throw
up
the
game
--
and
that
was
impossible
.
The
material
interests
required
from
him
the
sacrifice
of
his
aloofness
--
perhaps
his
own
safety
too
.
And
he
reflected
that
Decoud
's
separationist
plan
had
not
gone
to
the
bottom
with
the
lost
silver
.
The
only
thing
that
was
not
changed
was
his
position
towards
Mr.
Holroyd
.
The
head
of
silver
and
steel
interests
had
entered
into
Costaguana
affairs
with
a
sort
of
passion
.
Costaguana
had
become
necessary
to
his
existence
;
in
the
San
Tome
mine
he
had
found
the
imaginative
satisfaction
which
other
minds
would
get
from
drama
,
from
art
,
or
from
a
risky
and
fascinating
sport
.
It
was
a
special
form
of
the
great
man
's
extravagance
,
sanctioned
by
a
moral
intention
,
big
enough
to
flatter
his
vanity
.
Even
in
this
aberration
of
his
genius
he
served
the
progress
of
the
world
.
Charles
Gould
felt
sure
of
being
understood
with
precision
and
judged
with
the
indulgence
of
their
common
passion
.
Nothing
now
could
surprise
or
startle
this
great
man
.
And
Charles
Gould
imagined
himself
writing
a
letter
to
San
Francisco
in
some
such
words
:
"
...
.
The
men
at
the
head
of
the
movement
are
dead
or
have
fled
;
the
civil
organization
of
the
province
is
at
an
end
for
the
present
;
the
Blanco
party
in
Sulaco
has
collapsed
inexcusably
,
but
in
the
characteristic
manner
of
this
country
.
But
Barrios
,
untouched
in
Cayta
,
remains
still
available
.
I
am
forced
to
take
up
openly
the
plan
of
a
provincial
revolution
as
the
only
way
of
placing
the
enormous
material
interests
involved
in
the
prosperity
and
peace
of
Sulaco
in
a
position
of
permanent
safety
...
.
"
That
was
clear
.
He
saw
these
words
as
if
written
in
letters
of
fire
upon
the
wall
at
which
he
was
gazing
abstractedly
.
Mrs
Gould
watched
his
abstraction
with
dread
.
It
was
a
domestic
and
frightful
phenomenon
that
darkened
and
chilled
the
house
for
her
like
a
thundercloud
passing
over
the
sun
.
Charles
Gould
's
fits
of
abstraction
depicted
the
energetic
concentration
of
a
will
haunted
by
a
fixed
idea
.
A
man
haunted
by
a
fixed
idea
is
insane
.
He
is
dangerous
even
if
that
idea
is
an
idea
of
justice
;
for
may
he
not
bring
the
heaven
down
pitilessly
upon
a
loved
head
?
The
eyes
of
Mrs.
Gould
,
watching
her
husband
's
profile
,
filled
with
tears
again
.
And
again
she
seemed
to
see
the
despair
of
the
unfortunate
Antonia
.
