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It
was
only
when
,
turning
suddenly
to
her
,
he
blurted
out
twice
,
"
I
've
come
to
you
--
I
've
come
straight
to
you
--
"
without
being
able
to
finish
his
phrase
,
that
the
great
pitifulness
of
that
lonely
and
tormented
death
in
Costaguana
came
to
her
with
the
full
force
of
its
misery
.
He
caught
hold
of
her
hand
,
raised
it
to
his
lips
,
and
at
that
she
dropped
her
parasol
to
pat
him
on
the
cheek
,
murmured
"
Poor
boy
,
"
and
began
to
dry
her
eyes
under
the
downward
curve
of
her
hat-brim
,
very
small
in
her
simple
,
white
frock
,
almost
like
a
lost
child
crying
in
the
degraded
grandeur
of
the
noble
hall
,
while
he
stood
by
her
,
again
perfectly
motionless
in
the
contemplation
of
the
marble
urn
.
Afterwards
they
went
out
for
a
long
walk
,
which
was
silent
till
he
exclaimed
suddenly
--
"
Yes
.
But
if
he
had
only
grappled
with
it
in
a
proper
way
!
"
And
then
they
stopped
.
Everywhere
there
were
long
shadows
lying
on
the
hills
,
on
the
roads
,
on
the
enclosed
fields
of
olive
trees
;
the
shadows
of
poplars
,
of
wide
chestnuts
,
of
farm
buildings
,
of
stone
walls
;
and
in
mid-air
the
sound
of
a
bell
,
thin
and
alert
,
was
like
the
throbbing
pulse
of
the
sunset
glow
.
Her
lips
were
slightly
parted
as
though
in
surprise
that
he
should
not
be
looking
at
her
with
his
usual
expression
.
His
usual
expression
was
unconditionally
approving
and
attentive
.
He
was
in
his
talks
with
her
the
most
anxious
and
deferential
of
dictators
,
an
attitude
that
pleased
her
immensely
.
It
affirmed
her
power
without
detracting
from
his
dignity
.
That
slight
girl
,
with
her
little
feet
,
little
hands
,
little
face
attractively
overweighted
by
great
coils
of
hair
;
with
a
rather
large
mouth
,
whose
mere
parting
seemed
to
breathe
upon
you
the
fragrance
of
frankness
and
generosity
,
had
the
fastidious
soul
of
an
experienced
woman
.
She
was
,
before
all
things
and
all
flatteries
,
careful
of
her
pride
in
the
object
of
her
choice
.
But
now
he
was
actually
not
looking
at
her
at
all
;
and
his
expression
was
tense
and
irrational
,
as
is
natural
in
a
man
who
elects
to
stare
at
nothing
past
a
young
girl
's
head
.
"
Well
,
yes
.
It
was
iniquitous
.
They
corrupted
him
thoroughly
,
the
poor
old
boy
.
Oh
!
why
would
n't
he
let
me
go
back
to
him
?
But
now
I
shall
know
how
to
grapple
with
this
.
"
After
pronouncing
these
words
with
immense
assurance
,
he
glanced
down
at
her
,
and
at
once
fell
a
prey
to
distress
,
incertitude
,
and
fear
.
The
only
thing
he
wanted
to
know
now
,
he
said
,
was
whether
she
did
love
him
enough
--
whether
she
would
have
the
courage
to
go
with
him
so
far
away
?
He
put
these
questions
to
her
in
a
voice
that
trembled
with
anxiety
--
for
he
was
a
determined
man
.
She
did
.
She
would
.
And
immediately
the
future
hostess
of
all
the
Europeans
in
Sulaco
had
the
physical
experience
of
the
earth
falling
away
from
under
her
.
It
vanished
completely
,
even
to
the
very
sound
of
the
bell
.
When
her
feet
touched
the
ground
again
,
the
bell
was
still
ringing
in
the
valley
;
she
put
her
hands
up
to
her
hair
,
breathing
quickly
,
and
glanced
up
and
down
the
stony
lane
.
It
was
reassuringly
empty
.
Meantime
,
Charles
,
stepping
with
one
foot
into
a
dry
and
dusty
ditch
,
picked
up
the
open
parasol
,
which
had
bounded
away
from
them
with
a
martial
sound
of
drum
taps
.
He
handed
it
to
her
soberly
,
a
little
crestfallen
.
