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"
Ah
!
that
is
your
own
affair
,
"
the
doctor
said
,
roughly
.
"
Do
not
ask
me
.
"
Their
flowing
murmurs
paused
in
the
dark
.
Perched
on
the
edge
of
the
table
with
slightly
averted
faces
,
they
felt
their
shoulders
touch
,
and
their
eyes
remained
directed
towards
an
upright
shape
nearly
lost
in
the
obscurity
of
the
inner
part
of
the
room
,
that
with
projecting
head
and
shoulders
,
in
ghastly
immobility
,
seemed
intent
on
catching
every
word
.
"
Muy
bien
!
"
Nostromo
muttered
at
last
.
"
So
be
it
.
Teresa
was
right
.
It
is
my
own
affair
.
"
"
Teresa
is
dead
,
"
remarked
the
doctor
,
absently
,
while
his
mind
followed
a
new
line
of
thought
suggested
by
what
might
have
been
called
Nostromo
's
return
to
life
.
"
She
died
,
the
poor
woman
.
"
"
Without
a
priest
?
"
the
Capataz
asked
,
anxiously
.
"
What
a
question
!
Who
could
have
got
a
priest
for
her
last
night
?
"
"
May
God
keep
her
soul
!
"
ejaculated
Nostromo
,
with
a
gloomy
and
hopeless
fervour
which
had
no
time
to
surprise
Dr.
Monygham
,
before
,
reverting
to
their
previous
conversation
,
he
continued
in
a
sinister
tone
,
"
Si
,
senor
doctor
.
As
you
were
saying
,
it
is
my
own
affair
.
A
very
desperate
affair
.
"
"
There
are
no
two
men
in
this
part
of
the
world
that
could
have
saved
themselves
by
swimming
as
you
have
done
,
"
the
doctor
said
,
admiringly
.
And
again
there
was
silence
between
those
two
men
.
They
were
both
reflecting
,
and
the
diversity
of
their
natures
made
their
thoughts
born
from
their
meeting
swing
afar
from
each
other
.
The
doctor
,
impelled
to
risky
action
by
his
loyalty
to
the
Goulds
,
wondered
with
thankfulness
at
the
chain
of
accident
which
had
brought
that
man
back
where
he
would
be
of
the
greatest
use
in
the
work
of
saving
the
San
Tome
mine
.
The
doctor
was
loyal
to
the
mine
.
It
presented
itself
to
his
fifty-years
'
old
eyes
in
the
shape
of
a
little
woman
in
a
soft
dress
with
a
long
train
,
with
a
head
attractively
overweighted
by
a
great
mass
of
fair
hair
and
the
delicate
preciousness
of
her
inner
worth
,
partaking
of
a
gem
and
a
flower
,
revealed
in
every
attitude
of
her
person
.
As
the
dangers
thickened
round
the
San
Tome
mine
this
illusion
acquired
force
,
permanency
,
and
authority
.
It
claimed
him
at
last
!
This
claim
,
exalted
by
a
spiritual
detachment
from
the
usual
sanctions
of
hope
and
reward
,
made
Dr.
Monygham
's
thinking
,
acting
,
individuality
extremely
dangerous
to
himself
and
to
others
,
all
his
scruples
vanishing
in
the
proud
feeling
that
his
devotion
was
the
only
thing
that
stood
between
an
admirable
woman
and
a
frightful
disaster
.
