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Gould
knew
that
very
well
,
and
,
armed
with
resignation
,
had
waited
for
better
times
.
But
to
be
robbed
under
the
forms
of
legality
and
business
was
intolerable
to
his
imagination
.
Mr.
Gould
,
the
father
,
had
one
fault
in
his
sagacious
and
honourable
character
:
he
attached
too
much
importance
to
form
.
It
is
a
failing
common
to
mankind
,
whose
views
are
tinged
by
prejudices
.
There
was
for
him
in
that
affair
a
malignancy
of
perverted
justice
which
,
by
means
of
a
moral
shock
,
attacked
his
vigorous
physique
.
"
It
will
end
by
killing
me
,
"
he
used
to
affirm
many
times
a
day
.
And
,
in
fact
,
since
that
time
he
began
to
suffer
from
fever
,
from
liver
pains
,
and
mostly
from
a
worrying
inability
to
think
of
anything
else
.
The
Finance
Minister
could
have
formed
no
conception
of
the
profound
subtlety
of
his
revenge
.
Even
Mr.
Gould
's
letters
to
his
fourteen-year-old
boy
Charles
,
then
away
in
England
for
his
education
,
came
at
last
to
talk
of
practically
nothing
but
the
mine
.
He
groaned
over
the
injustice
,
the
persecution
,
the
outrage
of
that
mine
;
he
occupied
whole
pages
in
the
exposition
of
the
fatal
consequences
attaching
to
the
possession
of
that
mine
from
every
point
of
view
,
with
every
dismal
inference
,
with
words
of
horror
at
the
apparently
eternal
character
of
that
curse
.
For
the
Concession
had
been
granted
to
him
and
his
descendants
for
ever
.
He
implored
his
son
never
to
return
to
Costaguana
,
never
to
claim
any
part
of
his
inheritance
there
,
because
it
was
tainted
by
the
infamous
Concession
;
never
to
touch
it
,
never
to
approach
it
,
to
forget
that
America
existed
,
and
pursue
a
mercantile
career
in
Europe
.
And
each
letter
ended
with
bitter
self-reproaches
for
having
stayed
too
long
in
that
cavern
of
thieves
,
intriguers
,
and
brigands
.
To
be
told
repeatedly
that
one
's
future
is
blighted
because
of
the
possession
of
a
silver
mine
is
not
,
at
the
age
of
fourteen
,
a
matter
of
prime
importance
as
to
its
main
statement
;
but
in
its
form
it
is
calculated
to
excite
a
certain
amount
of
wonder
and
attention
.
In
course
of
time
the
boy
,
at
first
only
puzzled
by
the
angry
jeremiads
,
but
rather
sorry
for
his
dad
,
began
to
turn
the
matter
over
in
his
mind
in
such
moments
as
he
could
spare
from
play
and
study
.
In
about
a
year
he
had
evolved
from
the
lecture
of
the
letters
a
definite
conviction
that
there
was
a
silver
mine
in
the
Sulaco
province
of
the
Republic
of
Costaguana
,
where
poor
Uncle
Harry
had
been
shot
by
soldiers
a
great
many
years
before
.
There
was
also
connected
closely
with
that
mine
a
thing
called
the
"
iniquitous
Gould
Concession
,
"
apparently
written
on
a
paper
which
his
father
desired
ardently
to
"
tear
and
fling
into
the
faces
"
of
presidents
,
members
of
judicature
,
and
ministers
of
State
.
And
this
desire
persisted
,
though
the
names
of
these
people
,
he
noticed
,
seldom
remained
the
same
for
a
whole
year
together
.
This
desire
(
since
the
thing
was
iniquitous
)
seemed
quite
natural
to
the
boy
,
though
why
the
affair
was
iniquitous
he
did
not
know
.
Afterwards
,
with
advancing
wisdom
,
he
managed
to
clear
the
plain
truth
of
the
business
from
the
fantastic
intrusions
of
the
Old
Man
of
the
Sea
,
vampires
,
and
ghouls
,
which
had
lent
to
his
father
's
correspondence
the
flavour
of
a
gruesome
Arabian
Nights
tale
.
In
the
end
,
the
growing
youth
attained
to
as
close
an
intimacy
with
the
San
Tome
mine
as
the
old
man
who
wrote
these
plaintive
and
enraged
letters
on
the
other
side
of
the
sea
.
He
had
been
made
several
times
already
to
pay
heavy
fines
for
neglecting
to
work
the
mine
,
he
reported
,
besides
other
sums
extracted
from
him
on
account
of
future
royalties
,
on
the
ground
that
a
man
with
such
a
valuable
concession
in
his
pocket
could
not
refuse
his
financial
assistance
to
the
Government
of
the
Republic
.
The
last
of
his
fortune
was
passing
away
from
him
against
worthless
receipts
,
he
wrote
,
in
a
rage
,
whilst
he
was
being
pointed
out
as
an
individual
who
had
known
how
to
secure
enormous
advantages
from
the
necessities
of
his
country
.
And
the
young
man
in
Europe
grew
more
and
more
interested
in
that
thing
which
could
provoke
such
a
tumult
of
words
and
passion
.
He
thought
of
it
every
day
;
but
he
thought
of
it
without
bitterness
.
It
might
have
been
an
unfortunate
affair
for
his
poor
dad
,
and
the
whole
story
threw
a
queer
light
upon
the
social
and
political
life
of
Costaguana
.
The
view
he
took
of
it
was
sympathetic
to
his
father
,
yet
calm
and
reflective
.
His
personal
feelings
had
not
been
outraged
,
and
it
is
difficult
to
resent
with
proper
and
durable
indignation
the
physical
or
mental
anguish
of
another
organism
,
even
if
that
other
organism
is
one
's
own
father
.
By
the
time
he
was
twenty
Charles
Gould
had
,
in
his
turn
,
fallen
under
the
spell
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
But
it
was
another
form
of
enchantment
,
more
suitable
to
his
youth
,
into
whose
magic
formula
there
entered
hope
,
vigour
,
and
self-confidence
,
instead
of
weary
indignation
and
despair
.
Left
after
he
was
twenty
to
his
own
guidance
(
except
for
the
severe
injunction
not
to
return
to
Costaguana
)
,
he
had
pursued
his
studies
in
Belgium
and
France
with
the
idea
of
qualifying
for
a
mining
engineer
.
But
this
scientific
aspect
of
his
labours
remained
vague
and
imperfect
in
his
mind
.
Mines
had
acquired
for
him
a
dramatic
interest
.
He
studied
their
peculiarities
from
a
personal
point
of
view
,
too
,
as
one
would
study
the
varied
characters
of
men
.
He
visited
them
as
one
goes
with
curiosity
to
call
upon
remarkable
persons
.
He
visited
mines
in
Germany
,
in
Spain
,
in
Cornwall
.
Abandoned
workings
had
for
him
strong
fascination
.
Their
desolation
appealed
to
him
like
the
sight
of
human
misery
,
whose
causes
are
varied
and
profound
.
They
might
have
been
worthless
,
but
also
they
might
have
been
misunderstood
.
His
future
wife
was
the
first
,
and
perhaps
the
only
person
to
detect
this
secret
mood
which
governed
the
profoundly
sensible
,
almost
voiceless
attitude
of
this
man
towards
the
world
of
material
things
.
And
at
once
her
delight
in
him
,
lingering
with
half-open
wings
like
those
birds
that
can
not
rise
easily
from
a
flat
level
,
found
a
pinnacle
from
which
to
soar
up
into
the
skies
.
They
had
become
acquainted
in
Italy
,
where
the
future
Mrs.
Gould
was
staying
with
an
old
and
pale
aunt
who
,
years
before
,
had
married
a
middle-aged
,
impoverished
Italian
marquis
.
She
now
mourned
that
man
,
who
had
known
how
to
give
up
his
life
to
the
independence
and
unity
of
his
country
,
who
had
known
how
to
be
as
enthusiastic
in
his
generosity
as
the
youngest
of
those
who
fell
for
that
very
cause
of
which
old
Giorgio
Viola
was
a
drifting
relic
,
as
a
broken
spar
is
suffered
to
float
away
disregarded
after
a
naval
victory
.
The
Marchesa
led
a
still
,
whispering
existence
,
nun-like
in
her
black
robes
and
a
white
band
over
the
forehead
,
in
a
corner
of
the
first
floor
of
an
ancient
and
ruinous
palace
,
whose
big
,
empty
halls
downstairs
sheltered
under
their
painted
ceilings
the
harvests
,
the
fowls
,
and
even
the
cattle
,
together
with
the
whole
family
of
the
tenant
farmer
.
The
two
young
people
had
met
in
Lucca
.
After
that
meeting
Charles
Gould
visited
no
mines
,
though
they
went
together
in
a
carriage
,
once
,
to
see
some
marble
quarries
,
where
the
work
resembled
mining
in
so
far
that
it
also
was
the
tearing
of
the
raw
material
of
treasure
from
the
earth
.
Charles
Gould
did
not
open
his
heart
to
her
in
any
set
speeches
.
He
simply
went
on
acting
and
thinking
in
her
sight
.
This
is
the
true
method
of
sincerity
.
One
of
his
frequent
remarks
was
,
"
I
think
sometimes
that
poor
father
takes
a
wrong
view
of
that
San
Tome
business
.
"
And
they
discussed
that
opinion
long
and
earnestly
,
as
if
they
could
influence
a
mind
across
half
the
globe
;
but
in
reality
they
discussed
it
because
the
sentiment
of
love
can
enter
into
any
subject
and
live
ardently
in
remote
phrases
.
For
this
natural
reason
these
discussions
were
precious
to
Mrs.
Gould
in
her
engaged
state
.
Charles
feared
that
Mr.
Gould
,
senior
,
was
wasting
his
strength
and
making
himself
ill
by
his
efforts
to
get
rid
of
the
Concession
.
"
I
fancy
that
this
is
not
the
kind
of
handling
it
requires
,
"
he
mused
aloud
,
as
if
to
himself
.
And
when
she
wondered
frankly
that
a
man
of
character
should
devote
his
energies
to
plotting
and
intrigues
,
Charles
would
remark
,
with
a
gentle
concern
that
understood
her
wonder
,
"
You
must
not
forget
that
he
was
born
there
.
"
