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"
It
is
possible
.
"
"
I
must
see
.
Do
not
go
away
yet
,
Capataz
.
"
"
Go
away
where
?
"
muttered
Nostromo
.
Already
the
doctor
had
left
him
.
He
remained
leaning
against
the
wall
,
staring
at
the
dark
water
of
the
harbour
;
the
shrilling
of
cicalas
filled
his
ears
.
An
invincible
vagueness
coming
over
his
thoughts
took
from
them
all
power
to
determine
his
will
.
"
Capataz
!
Capataz
!
"
the
doctor
's
voice
called
urgently
from
above
.
The
sense
of
betrayal
and
ruin
floated
upon
his
sombre
indifference
as
upon
a
sluggish
sea
of
pitch
.
But
he
stepped
out
from
under
the
wall
,
and
,
looking
up
,
saw
Dr.
Monygham
leaning
out
of
a
lighted
window
.
"
Come
up
and
see
what
Sotillo
has
done
.
You
need
not
fear
the
man
up
here
.
"
He
answered
by
a
slight
,
bitter
laugh
.
Fear
a
man
!
The
Capataz
of
the
Sulaco
Cargadores
fear
a
man
!
It
angered
him
that
anybody
should
suggest
such
a
thing
.
It
angered
him
to
be
disarmed
and
skulking
and
in
danger
because
of
the
accursed
treasure
,
which
was
of
so
little
account
to
the
people
who
had
tied
it
round
his
neck
.
He
could
not
shake
off
the
worry
of
it
.
To
Nostromo
the
doctor
represented
all
these
people
...
And
he
had
never
even
asked
after
it
.
Not
a
word
of
inquiry
about
the
most
desperate
undertaking
of
his
life
.
Thinking
these
thoughts
,
Nostromo
passed
again
through
the
cavernous
hall
,
where
the
smoke
was
considerably
thinned
,
and
went
up
the
stairs
,
not
so
warm
to
his
feet
now
,
towards
the
streak
of
light
at
the
top
.
The
doctor
appeared
in
it
for
a
moment
,
agitated
and
impatient
.
