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'
And
under
a
fine
of
fifteen
thousand
dollars
?
'
He
coloured
,
sir
,
because
it
got
about
that
he
fainted
from
fright
when
they
came
to
arrest
him
,
and
then
behaved
before
Fuentes
in
a
manner
to
make
the
very
policianos
,
who
had
dragged
him
there
by
the
hair
of
his
head
,
smile
at
his
cringing
.
'
Yes
,
'
he
says
,
in
a
sort
of
shy
way
.
'
Why
?
'
'
Oh
,
nothing
.
You
stood
to
lose
a
tidy
bit
,
'
says
I
,
'
even
if
you
saved
your
life
...
But
what
can
I
do
for
you
?
'
He
never
even
saw
the
point
.
Not
he
.
And
that
's
how
the
world
wags
,
sir
.
"
He
rose
a
little
stiffly
,
and
the
drive
to
Rincon
would
be
taken
with
only
one
philosophical
remark
,
uttered
by
the
merciless
cicerone
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
lights
of
San
Tome
,
that
seemed
suspended
in
the
dark
night
between
earth
and
heaven
.
"
A
great
power
,
this
,
for
good
and
evil
,
sir
.
A
great
power
.
"
And
the
dinner
of
the
Mirliflores
would
be
eaten
,
excellent
as
to
cooking
,
and
leaving
upon
the
traveller
's
mind
an
impression
that
there
were
in
Sulaco
many
pleasant
,
able
young
men
with
salaries
apparently
too
large
for
their
discretion
,
and
amongst
them
a
few
,
mostly
Anglo-Saxon
,
skilled
in
the
art
of
,
as
the
saying
is
,
"
taking
a
rise
"
out
of
his
kind
host
.
With
a
rapid
,
jingling
drive
to
the
harbour
in
a
twowheeled
machine
(
which
Captain
Mitchell
called
a
curricle
)
behind
a
fleet
and
scraggy
mule
beaten
all
the
time
by
an
obviously
Neapolitan
driver
,
the
cycle
would
be
nearly
closed
before
the
lighted-up
offices
of
the
O.
S.
N.
Company
,
remaining
open
so
late
because
of
the
steamer
.
Nearly
--
but
not
quite
.
"
Ten
o'clock
.
Your
ship
wo
n't
be
ready
to
leave
till
half-past
twelve
,
if
by
then
.
Come
in
for
a
brandy-and-soda
and
one
more
cigar
.
"
And
in
the
superintendent
's
private
room
the
privileged
passenger
by
the
Ceres
,
or
Juno
,
or
Pallas
,
stunned
and
as
it
were
annihilated
mentally
by
a
sudden
surfeit
of
sights
,
sounds
,
names
,
facts
,
and
complicated
information
imperfectly
apprehended
,
would
listen
like
a
tired
child
to
a
fairy
tale
;
would
hear
a
voice
,
familiar
and
surprising
in
its
pompousness
,
tell
him
,
as
if
from
another
world
,
how
there
was
"
in
this
very
harbour
"
an
international
naval
demonstration
,
which
put
an
end
to
the
Costaguana-Sulaco
War
.
How
the
United
States
cruiser
,
Powhattan
,
was
the
first
to
salute
the
Occidental
flag
--
white
,
with
a
wreath
of
green
laurel
in
the
middle
encircling
a
yellow
amarilla
flower
.
Would
hear
how
General
Montero
,
in
less
than
a
month
after
proclaiming
himself
Emperor
of
Costaguana
,
was
shot
dead
(
during
a
solemn
and
public
distribution
of
orders
and
crosses
)
by
a
young
artillery
officer
,
the
brother
of
his
then
mistress
.
"
The
abominable
Pedrito
,
sir
,
fled
the
country
,
"
the
voice
would
say
.
And
it
would
continue
:
"
A
captain
of
one
of
our
ships
told
me
lately
that
he
recognized
Pedrito
the
Guerrillero
,
arrayed
in
purple
slippers
and
a
velvet
smoking-cap
with
a
gold
tassel
,
keeping
a
disorderly
house
in
one
of
the
southern
ports
.
"
