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"
You
thought
I
was
drowned
!
No
!
The
best
dog
of
the
rich
,
of
the
aristocrats
,
of
these
fine
men
who
can
only
talk
and
betray
the
people
,
is
not
dead
yet
.
"
The
Garibaldino
,
motionless
,
seemed
to
drink
in
the
sound
of
the
well-known
voice
.
His
head
moved
slightly
once
as
if
in
sign
of
approval
;
but
Nostromo
saw
clearly
that
the
old
man
understood
nothing
of
the
words
.
There
was
no
one
to
understand
;
no
one
he
could
take
into
the
confidence
of
Decoud
's
fate
,
of
his
own
,
into
the
secret
of
the
silver
.
That
doctor
was
an
enemy
of
the
people
--
a
tempter
...
.
Old
Giorgio
's
heavy
frame
shook
from
head
to
foot
with
the
effort
to
overcome
his
emotion
at
the
sight
of
that
man
,
who
had
shared
the
intimacies
of
his
domestic
life
as
though
he
had
been
a
grown-up
son
.
"
She
believed
yon
would
return
,
"
he
said
,
solemnly
.
Nostromo
raised
his
head
.
"
She
was
a
wise
woman
.
How
could
I
fail
to
come
back
--
--
?
"
He
finished
the
thought
mentally
:
"
Since
she
has
prophesied
for
me
an
end
of
poverty
,
misery
,
and
starvation
.
"
These
words
of
Teresa
's
anger
,
from
the
circumstances
in
which
they
had
been
uttered
,
like
the
cry
of
a
soul
prevented
from
making
its
peace
with
God
,
stirred
the
obscure
superstition
of
personal
fortune
from
which
even
the
greatest
genius
amongst
men
of
adventure
and
action
is
seldom
free
.
They
reigned
over
Nostromo
's
mind
with
the
force
of
a
potent
malediction
.
And
what
a
curse
it
was
that
which
her
words
had
laid
upon
him
!
He
had
been
orphaned
so
young
that
he
could
remember
no
other
woman
whom
he
called
mother
.
Henceforth
there
would
be
no
enterprise
in
which
he
would
not
fail
.
The
spell
was
working
already
.
Death
itself
would
elude
him
now
...
He
said
violently
--
"
Come
,
viejo
!
Get
me
something
to
eat
.
I
am
hungry
!
Sangre
de
Dios
!
The
emptiness
of
my
belly
makes
me
lightheaded
.
"
With
his
chin
dropped
again
upon
his
bare
breast
above
his
folded
arms
,
barefooted
,
watching
from
under
a
gloomy
brow
the
movements
of
old
Viola
foraging
amongst
the
cupboards
,
he
seemed
as
if
indeed
fallen
under
a
curse
--
a
ruined
and
sinister
Capataz
.
