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"
Went
to
the
bottom
?
"
repeated
Nostromo
,
slowly
.
"
Sotillo
believes
that
?
Bueno
!
"
The
doctor
,
a
little
impatiently
,
was
unable
to
imagine
what
else
could
anybody
believe
.
Yes
,
Sotillo
believed
that
the
lighter
was
sunk
,
and
the
Capataz
de
Cargadores
,
together
with
Martin
Decoud
and
perhaps
one
or
two
other
political
fugitives
,
had
been
drowned
.
"
I
told
you
well
,
senor
doctor
,
"
remarked
Nostromo
at
that
point
,
"
that
Sotillo
did
not
know
everything
.
"
"
Eh
?
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
He
did
not
know
I
was
not
dead
.
"
"
Neither
did
we
.
"
"
And
you
did
not
care
--
none
of
you
caballeros
on
the
wharf
--
once
you
got
off
a
man
of
flesh
and
blood
like
yourselves
on
a
fool
's
business
that
could
not
end
well
.
"
"
You
forget
,
Capataz
,
I
was
not
on
the
wharf
.
And
I
did
not
think
well
of
the
business
.
So
you
need
not
taunt
me
.
I
tell
you
what
,
man
,
we
had
but
little
leisure
to
think
of
the
dead
.
Death
stands
near
behind
us
all
.
You
were
gone
.
"
"
I
went
,
indeed
!
"
broke
in
Nostromo
.
"
And
for
the
sake
of
what
--
tell
me
?
"
