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Had
anybody
asked
her
of
what
she
was
thinking
,
alone
in
the
garden
of
the
Casa
,
with
her
husband
at
the
mine
and
the
house
closed
to
the
street
like
an
empty
dwelling
,
her
frankness
would
have
had
to
evade
the
question
.
It
had
come
into
her
mind
that
for
life
to
be
large
and
full
,
it
must
contain
the
care
of
the
past
and
of
the
future
in
every
passing
moment
of
the
present
.
Our
daily
work
must
be
done
to
the
glory
of
the
dead
,
and
for
the
good
of
those
who
come
after
.
She
thought
that
,
and
sighed
without
opening
her
eyes
--
without
moving
at
all
.
Mrs.
Gould
's
face
became
set
and
rigid
for
a
second
,
as
if
to
receive
,
without
flinching
,
a
great
wave
of
loneliness
that
swept
over
her
head
.
And
it
came
into
her
mind
,
too
,
that
no
one
would
ever
ask
her
with
solicitude
what
she
was
thinking
of
.
No
one
.
No
one
,
but
perhaps
the
man
who
had
just
gone
away
.
No
;
no
one
who
could
be
answered
with
careless
sincerity
in
the
ideal
perfection
of
confidence
.
The
word
"
incorrigible
"
--
a
word
lately
pronounced
by
Dr.
Monygham
--
floated
into
her
still
and
sad
immobility
.
Incorrigible
in
his
devotion
to
the
great
silver
mine
was
the
Senor
Administrador
!
Incorrigible
in
his
hard
,
determined
service
of
the
material
interests
to
which
he
had
pinned
his
faith
in
the
triumph
of
order
and
justice
.
Poor
boy
!
She
had
a
clear
vision
of
the
grey
hairs
on
his
temples
.
He
was
perfect
--
perfect
.
What
more
could
she
have
expected
?
It
was
a
colossal
and
lasting
success
;
and
love
was
only
a
short
moment
of
forgetfulness
,
a
short
intoxication
,
whose
delight
one
remembered
with
a
sense
of
sadness
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
deep
grief
lived
through
.
There
was
something
inherent
in
the
necessities
of
successful
action
which
carried
with
it
the
moral
degradation
of
the
idea
.
She
saw
the
San
Tome
mountain
hanging
over
the
Campo
,
over
the
whole
land
,
feared
,
hated
,
wealthy
;
more
soulless
than
any
tyrant
,
more
pitiless
and
autocratic
than
the
worst
Government
;
ready
to
crush
innumerable
lives
in
the
expansion
of
its
greatness
.
He
did
not
see
it
.
He
could
not
see
it
.
It
was
not
his
fault
.
He
was
perfect
,
perfect
;
but
she
would
never
have
him
to
herself
.
Never
;
not
for
one
short
hour
altogether
to
herself
in
this
old
Spanish
house
she
loved
so
well
!
Incorrigible
,
the
last
of
the
Corbelans
,
the
last
of
the
Avellanos
,
the
doctor
had
said
;
but
she
saw
clearly
the
San
Tome
mine
possessing
,
consuming
,
burning
up
the
life
of
the
last
of
the
Costaguana
Goulds
;
mastering
the
energetic
spirit
of
the
son
as
it
had
mastered
the
lamentable
weakness
of
the
father
.
A
terrible
success
for
the
last
of
the
Goulds
.
The
last
!
She
had
hoped
for
a
long
,
long
time
,
that
perhaps
--
--
But
no
!
There
were
to
be
no
more
.
An
immense
desolation
,
the
dread
of
her
own
continued
life
,
descended
upon
the
first
lady
of
Sulaco
.
With
a
prophetic
vision
she
saw
herself
surviving
alone
the
degradation
of
her
young
ideal
of
life
,
of
love
,
of
work
--
all
alone
in
the
Treasure
House
of
the
World
The
profound
,
blind
,
suffering
expression
of
a
painful
dream
settled
on
her
face
with
its
closed
eyes
.
In
the
indistinct
voice
of
an
unlucky
sleeper
.
lying
passive
in
the
grip
of
a
merciless
nightmare
,
she
stammered
out
aimlessly
the
words
--
"
Material
interest
.
"
NOSTROMO
had
been
growing
rich
very
slowly
.
It
was
an
effect
of
his
prudence
.
He
could
command
himself
even
when
thrown
off
his
balance
.
And
to
become
the
slave
of
a
treasure
with
full
self-knowledge
is
an
occurrence
rare
and
mentally
disturbing
.
But
it
was
also
in
a
great
part
because
of
the
difficulty
of
converting
it
into
a
form
in
which
it
could
become
available
.
The
mere
act
of
getting
it
away
from
the
island
piecemeal
,
little
by
little
,
was
surrounded
by
difficulties
,
by
the
dangers
of
imminent
detection
.
He
had
to
visit
the
Great
Isabel
in
secret
,
between
his
voyages
along
the
coast
,
which
were
the
ostensible
source
of
his
fortune
.
The
crew
of
his
own
schooner
were
to
be
feared
as
if
they
had
been
spies
upon
their
dreaded
captain
.
He
did
not
dare
stay
too
long
in
port
.
When
his
coaster
was
unloaded
,
he
hurried
away
on
another
trip
,
for
he
feared
arousing
suspicion
even
by
a
day
's
delay
.
Sometimes
during
a
week
's
stay
,
or
more
,
he
could
only
manage
one
visit
to
the
treasure
.
And
that
was
all
.
A
couple
of
ingots
.
He
suffered
through
his
fears
as
much
as
through
his
prudence
.
To
do
things
by
stealth
humiliated
him
.
And
he
suffered
most
from
the
concentration
of
his
thought
upon
the
treasure
.
A
transgression
,
a
crime
,
entering
a
man
's
existence
,
eats
it
up
like
a
malignant
growth
,
consumes
it
like
a
fever
.
Nostromo
had
lost
his
peace
;
the
genuineness
of
all
his
qualities
was
destroyed
.
He
felt
it
himself
,
and
often
cursed
the
silver
of
San
Tome
.
His
courage
,
his
magnificence
,
his
leisure
,
his
work
,
everything
was
as
before
,
only
everything
was
a
sham
.
But
the
treasure
was
real
.
He
clung
to
it
with
a
more
tenacious
,
mental
grip
.
But
he
hated
the
feel
of
the
ingots
.
Sometimes
,
after
putting
away
a
couple
of
them
in
his
cabin
--
the
fruit
of
a
secret
night
expedition
to
the
Great
Isabel
--
he
would
look
fixedly
at
his
fingers
,
as
if
surprised
they
had
left
no
stain
on
his
skin
.
He
had
found
means
of
disposing
of
the
silver
bars
in
distant
ports
.
The
necessity
to
go
far
afield
made
his
coasting
voyages
long
,
and
caused
his
visits
to
the
Viola
household
to
be
rare
and
far
between
.
He
was
fated
to
have
his
wife
from
there
.
He
had
said
so
once
to
Giorgio
himself
.
But
the
Garibaldino
had
put
the
subject
aside
with
a
majestic
wave
of
his
hand
,
clutching
a
smouldering
black
briar-root
pipe
.
There
was
plenty
of
time
;
he
was
not
the
man
to
force
his
girls
upon
anybody
.
As
time
went
on
,
Nostromo
discovered
his
preference
for
the
younger
of
the
two
.
They
had
some
profound
similarities
of
nature
,
which
must
exist
for
complete
confidence
and
understanding
,
no
matter
what
outward
differences
of
temperament
there
may
be
to
exercise
their
own
fascination
of
contrast
.
His
wife
would
have
to
know
his
secret
or
else
life
would
be
impossible
.
