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Don
Jose
Avellanos
,
their
neighbour
across
the
street
,
a
statesman
,
a
poet
,
a
man
of
culture
,
who
had
represented
his
country
at
several
European
Courts
(
and
had
suffered
untold
indignities
as
a
state
prisoner
in
the
time
of
the
tyrant
Guzman
Bento
)
,
used
to
declare
in
Dona
Emilia
's
drawing-room
that
Carlos
had
all
the
English
qualities
of
character
with
a
truly
patriotic
heart
.
Mrs.
Gould
,
raising
her
eyes
to
her
husband
's
thin
,
red
and
tan
face
,
could
not
detect
the
slightest
quiver
of
a
feature
at
what
he
must
have
heard
said
of
his
patriotism
.
Perhaps
he
had
just
dismounted
on
his
return
from
the
mine
;
he
was
English
enough
to
disregard
the
hottest
hours
of
the
day
.
Basilio
,
in
a
livery
of
white
linen
and
a
red
sash
,
had
squatted
for
a
moment
behind
his
heels
to
unstrap
the
heavy
,
blunt
spurs
in
the
patio
;
and
then
the
Senor
Administrator
would
go
up
the
staircase
into
the
gallery
.
Rows
of
plants
in
pots
,
ranged
on
the
balustrade
between
the
pilasters
of
the
arches
,
screened
the
corredor
with
their
leaves
and
flowers
from
the
quadrangle
below
,
whose
paved
space
is
the
true
hearthstone
of
a
South
American
house
,
where
the
quiet
hours
of
domestic
life
are
marked
by
the
shifting
of
light
and
shadow
on
the
flagstones
.
Senor
Avellanos
was
in
the
habit
of
crossing
the
patio
at
five
o'clock
almost
every
day
.
Don
Jose
chose
to
come
over
at
tea-time
because
the
English
rite
at
Dona
Emilia
's
house
reminded
him
of
the
time
he
lived
in
London
as
Minister
Plenipotentiary
to
the
Court
of
St.
James
.
He
did
not
like
tea
;
and
,
usually
,
rocking
his
American
chair
,
his
neat
little
shiny
boots
crossed
on
the
foot-rest
,
he
would
talk
on
and
on
with
a
sort
of
complacent
virtuosity
wonderful
in
a
man
of
his
age
,
while
he
held
the
cup
in
his
hands
for
a
long
time
.
His
close-cropped
head
was
perfectly
white
;
his
eyes
coalblack
.
On
seeing
Charles
Gould
step
into
the
sala
he
would
nod
provisionally
and
go
on
to
the
end
of
the
oratorial
period
.
Only
then
he
would
say
--
"
Carlos
,
my
friend
,
you
have
ridden
from
San
Tome
in
the
heat
of
the
day
.
Always
the
true
English
activity
.
No
?
What
?
"
He
drank
up
all
the
tea
at
once
in
one
draught
.
This
performance
was
invariably
followed
by
a
slight
shudder
and
a
low
,
involuntary
"
br-r-r-r
,
"
which
was
not
covered
by
the
hasty
exclamation
,
"
Excellent
!
"
Then
giving
up
the
empty
cup
into
his
young
friend
's
hand
,
extended
with
a
smile
,
he
continued
to
expatiate
upon
the
patriotic
nature
of
the
San
Tome
mine
for
the
simple
pleasure
of
talking
fluently
,
it
seemed
,
while
his
reclining
body
jerked
backwards
and
forwards
in
a
rocking-chair
of
the
sort
exported
from
the
United
States
.
The
ceiling
of
the
largest
drawing-room
of
the
Casa
Gould
extended
its
white
level
far
above
his
head
.
The
loftiness
dwarfed
the
mixture
of
heavy
,
straight-backed
Spanish
chairs
of
brown
wood
with
leathern
seats
,
and
European
furniture
,
low
,
and
cushioned
all
over
,
like
squat
little
monsters
gorged
to
bursting
with
steel
springs
and
horsehair
.
There
were
knick-knacks
on
little
tables
,
mirrors
let
into
the
wall
above
marble
consoles
,
square
spaces
of
carpet
under
the
two
groups
of
armchairs
,
each
presided
over
by
a
deep
sofa
;
smaller
rugs
scattered
all
over
the
floor
of
red
tiles
;
three
windows
from
the
ceiling
down
to
the
ground
,
opening
on
a
balcony
,
and
flanked
by
the
perpendicular
folds
of
the
dark
hangings
.
The
stateliness
of
ancient
days
lingered
between
the
four
high
,
smooth
walls
,
tinted
a
delicate
primrose-colour
;
and
Mrs.
Gould
,
with
her
little
head
and
shining
coils
of
hair
,
sitting
in
a
cloud
of
muslin
and
lace
before
a
slender
mahogany
table
,
resembled
a
fairy
posed
lightly
before
dainty
philtres
dispensed
out
of
vessels
of
silver
and
porcelain
.
Mrs.
Gould
knew
the
history
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
Worked
in
the
early
days
mostly
by
means
of
lashes
on
the
backs
of
slaves
,
its
yield
had
been
paid
for
in
its
own
weight
of
human
bones
.
Whole
tribes
of
Indians
had
perished
in
the
exploitation
;
and
then
the
mine
was
abandoned
,
since
with
this
primitive
method
it
had
ceased
to
make
a
profitable
return
,
no
matter
how
many
corpses
were
thrown
into
its
maw
.
Then
it
became
forgotten
.
It
was
rediscovered
after
the
War
of
Independence
.
An
English
company
obtained
the
right
to
work
it
,
and
found
so
rich
a
vein
that
neither
the
exactions
of
successive
governments
,
nor
the
periodical
raids
of
recruiting
officers
upon
the
population
of
paid
miners
they
had
created
,
could
discourage
their
perseverance
.
