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And
the
old
man
,
bent
forward
,
his
head
in
his
hand
,
sat
through
the
day
in
immobility
and
solitude
.
He
never
heard
the
brazen
roar
of
the
bells
in
town
.
When
it
ceased
the
earthenware
filter
in
the
corner
of
the
kitchen
kept
on
its
swift
musical
drip
,
drip
into
the
great
porous
jar
below
.
Towards
sunset
he
got
up
,
and
with
slow
movements
disappeared
up
the
narrow
staircase
.
His
bulk
filled
it
;
and
the
rubbing
of
his
shoulders
made
a
small
noise
as
of
a
mouse
running
behind
the
plaster
of
a
wall
.
While
he
remained
up
there
the
house
was
as
dumb
as
a
grave
.
Then
,
with
the
same
faint
rubbing
noise
,
he
descended
.
He
had
to
catch
at
the
chairs
and
tables
to
regain
his
seat
.
He
seized
his
pipe
off
the
high
mantel
of
the
fire-place
--
but
made
no
attempt
to
reach
the
tobacco
--
thrust
it
empty
into
the
corner
of
his
mouth
,
and
sat
down
again
in
the
same
staring
pose
.
The
sun
of
Pedrito
's
entry
into
Sulaco
,
the
last
sun
of
Senor
Hirsch
's
life
,
the
first
of
Decoud
's
solitude
on
the
Great
Isabel
,
passed
over
the
Albergo
d'ltalia
Una
on
its
way
to
the
west
.
The
tinkling
drip
,
drip
of
the
filter
had
ceased
,
the
lamp
upstairs
had
burnt
itself
out
,
and
the
night
beset
Giorgio
Viola
and
his
dead
wife
with
its
obscurity
and
silence
that
seemed
invincible
till
the
Capataz
de
Cargadores
,
returning
from
the
dead
,
put
them
to
flight
with
the
splutter
and
flare
of
a
match
.
"
Si
,
viejo
.
It
is
me
.
Wait
.
"
Nostromo
,
after
barricading
the
door
and
closing
the
shutters
carefully
,
groped
upon
a
shelf
for
a
candle
,
and
lit
it
.
Old
Viola
had
risen
.
He
followed
with
his
eyes
in
the
dark
the
sounds
made
by
Nostromo
.
The
light
disclosed
him
standing
without
support
,
as
if
the
mere
presence
of
that
man
who
was
loyal
,
brave
,
incorruptible
,
who
was
all
his
son
would
have
been
,
were
enough
for
the
support
of
his
decaying
strength
.
He
extended
his
hand
grasping
the
briar-wood
pipe
,
whose
bowl
was
charred
on
the
edge
,
and
knitted
his
bushy
eyebrows
heavily
at
the
light
.
"
You
have
returned
,
"
he
said
,
with
shaky
dignity
.
"
Ah
!
Very
well
!
I
--
--
"
He
broke
off
.
Nostromo
,
leaning
back
against
the
table
,
his
arms
folded
on
his
breast
,
nodded
at
him
slightly
.
