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"
Is
it
this
we
have
worked
for
,
then
?
"
The
doctor
lowered
his
head
.
He
could
follow
her
silent
thought
.
Was
it
for
this
that
her
life
had
been
robbed
of
all
the
intimate
felicities
of
daily
affection
which
her
tenderness
needed
as
the
human
body
needs
air
to
breathe
?
And
the
doctor
,
indignant
with
Charles
Gould
's
blindness
,
hastened
to
change
the
conversation
.
"
It
is
about
Nostromo
that
I
wanted
to
talk
to
you
.
Ah
!
that
fellow
has
some
continuity
and
force
.
Nothing
will
put
an
end
to
him
.
But
never
mind
that
.
There
's
something
inexplicable
going
on
--
or
perhaps
only
too
easy
to
explain
.
You
know
,
Linda
is
practically
the
lighthouse
keeper
of
the
Great
Isabel
light
.
The
Garibaldino
is
too
old
now
.
His
part
is
to
clean
the
lamps
and
to
cook
in
the
house
;
but
he
ca
n't
get
up
the
stairs
any
longer
.
The
black-eyed
Linda
sleeps
all
day
and
watches
the
light
all
night
.
Not
all
day
,
though
.
She
is
up
towards
five
in
the
afternoon
,
when
our
Nostromo
,
whenever
he
is
in
harbour
with
his
schooner
,
comes
out
on
his
courting
visit
,
pulling
in
a
small
boat
.
"
"
Are
n't
they
married
yet
?
"
Mrs.
Gould
asked
.
"
The
mother
wished
it
,
as
far
as
I
can
understand
,
while
Linda
was
yet
quite
a
child
.
When
I
had
the
girls
with
me
for
a
year
or
so
during
the
War
of
Separation
,
that
extraordinary
Linda
used
to
declare
quite
simply
that
she
was
going
to
be
Gian
'
Battista
's
wife
.
"
"
They
are
not
married
yet
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
curtly
.
"
I
have
looked
after
them
a
little
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
dear
Dr.
Monygham
,
"
said
Mrs.
Gould
;
and
under
the
shade
of
the
big
trees
her
little
,
even
teeth
gleamed
in
a
youthful
smile
of
gentle
malice
.
"
People
do
n't
know
how
really
good
you
are
.
You
will
not
let
them
know
,
as
if
on
purpose
to
annoy
me
,
who
have
put
my
faith
in
your
good
heart
long
ago
.
"
The
doctor
,
with
a
lifting
up
of
his
upper
lip
,
as
though
he
were
longing
to
bite
,
bowed
stiffly
in
his
chair
.
With
the
utter
absorption
of
a
man
to
whom
love
comes
late
,
not
as
the
most
splendid
of
illusions
,
but
like
an
enlightening
and
priceless
misfortune
,
the
sight
of
that
woman
(
of
whom
he
had
been
deprived
for
nearly
a
year
)
suggested
ideas
of
adoration
,
of
kissing
the
hem
of
her
robe
.
And
this
excess
of
feeling
translated
itself
naturally
into
an
augmented
grimness
of
speech
.
"
I
am
afraid
of
being
overwhelmed
by
too
much
gratitude
.
However
,
these
people
interest
me
.
I
went
out
several
times
to
the
Great
Isabel
light
to
look
after
old
Giorgio
.
"
He
did
not
tell
Mrs.
Gould
that
it
was
because
he
found
there
,
in
her
absence
,
the
relief
of
an
atmosphere
of
congenial
sentiment
in
old
Giorgio
's
austere
admiration
for
the
"
English
signora
--
the
benefactress
"
;
in
black-eyed
Linda
's
voluble
,
torrential
,
passionate
affection
for
"
our
Dona
Emilia
--
that
angel
"
;
in
the
white-throated
,
fair
Giselle
's
adoring
upward
turn
of
the
eyes
,
which
then
glided
towards
him
with
a
sidelong
,
half-arch
,
half-candid
glance
,
which
made
the
doctor
exclaim
to
himself
mentally
,
"
If
I
were
n't
what
I
am
,
old
and
ugly
,
I
would
think
the
minx
is
making
eyes
at
me
.
And
perhaps
she
is
.
I
dare
say
she
would
make
eyes
at
anybody
.
"
Dr.
Monygham
said
nothing
of
this
to
Mrs.
Gould
,
the
providence
of
the
Viola
family
,
but
reverted
to
what
he
called
"
our
great
Nostromo
.
"
