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They
turned
back
,
and
after
she
had
slipped
her
hand
on
his
arm
,
the
first
words
he
pronounced
were
--
"
It
's
lucky
that
we
shall
be
able
to
settle
in
a
coast
town
.
You
've
heard
its
name
.
It
is
Sulaco
.
I
am
so
glad
poor
father
did
get
that
house
.
He
bought
a
big
house
there
years
ago
,
in
order
that
there
should
always
be
a
Casa
Gould
in
the
principal
town
of
what
used
to
be
called
the
Occidental
Province
.
I
lived
there
once
,
as
a
small
boy
,
with
my
dear
mother
,
for
a
whole
year
,
while
poor
father
was
away
in
the
United
States
on
business
.
You
shall
be
the
new
mistress
of
the
Casa
Gould
.
"
And
later
,
in
the
inhabited
corner
of
the
Palazzo
above
the
vineyards
,
the
marble
hills
,
the
pines
and
olives
of
Lucca
,
he
also
said
--
"
The
name
of
Gould
has
been
always
highly
respected
in
Sulaco
.
My
uncle
Harry
was
chief
of
the
State
for
some
time
,
and
has
left
a
great
name
amongst
the
first
families
.
By
this
I
mean
the
pure
Creole
families
,
who
take
no
part
in
the
miserable
farce
of
governments
.
Uncle
Harry
was
no
adventurer
.
In
Costaguana
we
Goulds
are
no
adventurers
.
He
was
of
the
country
,
and
he
loved
it
,
but
he
remained
essentially
an
Englishman
in
his
ideas
.
He
made
use
of
the
political
cry
of
his
time
.
It
was
Federation
.
But
he
was
no
politician
.
He
simply
stood
up
for
social
order
out
of
pure
love
for
rational
liberty
and
from
his
hate
of
oppression
.
There
was
no
nonsense
about
him
.
He
went
to
work
in
his
own
way
because
it
seemed
right
,
just
as
I
feel
I
must
lay
hold
of
that
mine
.
"
In
such
words
he
talked
to
her
because
his
memory
was
very
full
of
the
country
of
his
childhood
,
his
heart
of
his
life
with
that
girl
,
and
his
mind
of
the
San
Tome
Concession
.
He
added
that
he
would
have
to
leave
her
for
a
few
days
to
find
an
American
,
a
man
from
San
Francisco
,
who
was
still
somewhere
in
Europe
.
A
few
months
before
he
had
made
his
acquaintance
in
an
old
historic
German
town
,
situated
in
a
mining
district
.
The
American
had
his
womankind
with
him
,
but
seemed
lonely
while
they
were
sketching
all
day
long
the
old
doorways
and
the
turreted
corners
of
the
mediaeval
houses
.
Charles
Gould
had
with
him
the
inseparable
companionship
of
the
mine
.
The
other
man
was
interested
in
mining
enterprises
,
knew
something
of
Costaguana
,
and
was
no
stranger
to
the
name
of
Gould
.
They
had
talked
together
with
some
intimacy
which
was
made
possible
by
the
difference
of
their
ages
.
Charles
wanted
now
to
find
that
capitalist
of
shrewd
mind
and
accessible
character
.
His
father
's
fortune
in
Costaguana
,
which
he
had
supposed
to
be
still
considerable
,
seemed
to
have
melted
in
the
rascally
crucible
of
revolutions
.
Apart
from
some
ten
thousand
pounds
deposited
in
England
,
there
appeared
to
be
nothing
left
except
the
house
in
Sulaco
,
a
vague
right
of
forest
exploitation
in
a
remote
and
savage
district
,
and
the
San
Tome
Concession
,
which
had
attended
his
poor
father
to
the
very
brink
of
the
grave
.
He
explained
those
things
.
It
was
late
when
they
parted
.
She
had
never
before
given
him
such
a
fascinating
vision
of
herself
.
All
the
eagerness
of
youth
for
a
strange
life
,
for
great
distances
,
for
a
future
in
which
there
was
an
air
of
adventure
,
of
combat
--
a
subtle
thought
of
redress
and
conquest
,
had
filled
her
with
an
intense
excitement
,
which
she
returned
to
the
giver
with
a
more
open
and
exquisite
display
of
tenderness
.
He
left
her
to
walk
down
the
hill
,
and
directly
he
found
himself
alone
he
became
sober
.
That
irreparable
change
a
death
makes
in
the
course
of
our
daily
thoughts
can
be
felt
in
a
vague
and
poignant
discomfort
of
mind
.
It
hurt
Charles
Gould
to
feel
that
never
more
,
by
no
effort
of
will
,
would
he
be
able
to
think
of
his
father
in
the
same
way
he
used
to
think
of
him
when
the
poor
man
was
alive
.
His
breathing
image
was
no
longer
in
his
power
.
This
consideration
,
closely
affecting
his
own
identity
,
filled
his
breast
with
a
mournful
and
angry
desire
for
action
.
In
this
his
instinct
was
unerring
.
Action
is
consolatory
.
It
is
the
enemy
of
thought
and
the
friend
of
flattering
illusions
.
Only
in
the
conduct
of
our
action
can
we
find
the
sense
of
mastery
over
the
Fates
.
For
his
action
,
the
mine
was
obviously
the
only
field
.
It
was
imperative
sometimes
to
know
how
to
disobey
the
solemn
wishes
of
the
dead
.
He
resolved
firmly
to
make
his
disobedience
as
thorough
(
by
way
of
atonement
)
as
it
well
could
be
.
The
mine
had
been
the
cause
of
an
absurd
moral
disaster
;
its
working
must
be
made
a
serious
and
moral
success
.
He
owed
it
to
the
dead
man
's
memory
.
Such
were
the
--
properly
speaking
--
emotions
of
Charles
Gould
.
His
thoughts
ran
upon
the
means
of
raising
a
large
amount
of
capital
in
San
Francisco
or
elsewhere
;
and
incidentally
there
occurred
to
him
also
the
general
reflection
that
the
counsel
of
the
departed
must
be
an
unsound
guide
.
Not
one
of
them
could
be
aware
beforehand
what
enormous
changes
the
death
of
any
given
individual
may
produce
in
the
very
aspect
of
the
world
.
