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"
Thy
son
,
viejo
!
.
.
.
.
There
never
has
been
a
man
like
thy
son
.
Ha
,
I
must
try
...
But
what
if
it
were
only
a
part
of
the
curse
to
lure
me
on
?
...
And
so
she
called
upon
me
to
save
--
and
then
--
--
?
"
"
She
spoke
no
more
.
"
The
heroic
follower
of
Garibaldi
,
at
the
thought
of
the
eternal
stillness
and
silence
fallen
upon
the
shrouded
form
stretched
out
on
the
bed
upstairs
,
averted
his
face
and
raised
his
hand
to
his
furrowed
brow
.
"
She
was
dead
before
I
could
seize
her
hands
,
"
he
stammered
out
,
pitifully
.
Before
the
wide
eyes
of
the
Capataz
,
staring
at
the
doorway
of
the
dark
staircase
,
floated
the
shape
of
the
Great
Isabel
,
like
a
strange
ship
in
distress
,
freighted
with
enormous
wealth
and
the
solitary
life
of
a
man
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
to
do
anything
.
He
could
only
hold
his
tongue
,
since
there
was
no
one
to
trust
.
The
treasure
would
be
lost
,
probably
--
unless
Decoud
...
And
his
thought
came
abruptly
to
an
end
.
He
perceived
that
he
could
not
imagine
in
the
least
what
Decoud
was
likely
to
do
.
Old
Viola
had
not
stirred
.
And
the
motionless
Capataz
dropped
his
long
,
soft
eyelashes
,
which
gave
to
the
upper
part
of
his
fierce
,
black-whiskered
face
a
touch
of
feminine
ingenuousness
.
The
silence
had
lasted
for
a
long
time
"
God
rest
her
soul
!
"
he
murmured
,
gloomily
.
THE
next
day
was
quiet
in
the
morning
,
except
for
the
faint
sound
of
firing
to
the
northward
,
in
the
direction
of
Los
Hatos
.
Captain
Mitchell
had
listened
to
it
from
his
balcony
anxiously
.
The
phrase
,
"
In
my
delicate
position
as
the
only
consular
agent
then
in
the
port
,
everything
,
sir
,
everything
was
a
just
cause
for
anxiety
,
"
had
its
place
in
the
more
or
less
stereotyped
relation
of
the
"
historical
events
"
which
for
the
next
few
years
was
at
the
service
of
distinguished
strangers
visiting
Sulaco
.
The
mention
of
the
dignity
and
neutrality
of
the
flag
,
so
difficult
to
preserve
in
his
position
,
"
right
in
the
thick
of
these
events
between
the
lawlessness
of
that
piratical
villain
Sotillo
and
the
more
regularly
established
but
scarcely
less
atrocious
tyranny
of
his
Excellency
Don
Pedro
Montero
,
"
came
next
in
order
.
Captain
Mitchell
was
not
the
man
to
enlarge
upon
mere
dangers
much
.
But
he
insisted
that
it
was
a
memorable
day
.
On
that
day
,
towards
dusk
,
he
had
seen
"
that
poor
fellow
of
mine
--
Nostromo
.
The
sailor
whom
I
discovered
,
and
,
I
may
say
,
made
,
sir
.
The
man
of
the
famous
ride
to
Cayta
,
sir
.
An
historical
event
,
sir
!
"
Regarded
by
the
O.
S.
N.
Company
as
an
old
and
faithful
servant
,
Captain
Mitchell
was
allowed
to
attain
the
term
of
his
usefulness
in
ease
and
dignity
at
the
head
of
the
enormously
extended
service
.
The
augmentation
of
the
establishment
,
with
its
crowds
of
clerks
,
an
office
in
town
,
the
old
office
in
the
harbour
,
the
division
into
departments
--
passenger
,
cargo
,
lighterage
,
and
so
on
--
secured
a
greater
leisure
for
his
last
years
in
the
regenerated
Sulaco
,
the
capital
of
the
Occidental
Republic
.
Liked
by
the
natives
for
his
good
nature
and
the
formality
of
his
manner
,
self-important
and
simple
,
known
for
years
as
a
"
friend
of
our
country
,
"
he
felt
himself
a
personality
of
mark
in
the
town
.
Getting
up
early
for
a
turn
in
the
market-place
while
the
gigantic
shadow
of
Higuerota
was
still
lying
upon
the
fruit
and
flower
stalls
piled
up
with
masses
of
gorgeous
colouring
,
attending
easily
to
current
affairs
,
welcomed
in
houses
,
greeted
by
ladies
on
the
Alameda
,
with
his
entry
into
all
the
clubs
and
a
footing
in
the
Casa
Gould
,
he
led
his
privileged
old
bachelor
,
man-about-town
existence
with
great
comfort
and
solemnity
.
But
on
mail-boat
days
he
was
down
at
the
Harbour
Office
at
an
early
hour
,
with
his
own
gig
,
manned
by
a
smart
crew
in
white
and
blue
,
ready
to
dash
off
and
board
the
ship
directly
she
showed
her
bows
between
the
harbour
heads
.
It
would
be
into
the
Harbour
Office
that
he
would
lead
some
privileged
passenger
he
had
brought
off
in
his
own
boat
,
and
invite
him
to
take
a
seat
for
a
moment
while
he
signed
a
few
papers
.
And
Captain
Mitchell
,
seating
himself
at
his
desk
,
would
keep
on
talking
hospitably
--
"
There
is
n't
much
time
if
you
are
to
see
everything
in
a
day
.
We
shall
be
off
in
a
moment
.
