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"
It
is
time
you
--
--
"
The
Garibaldino
arrested
him
with
an
extended
arm
.
"
That
was
left
for
you
to
judge
.
"
He
got
up
slowly
.
His
beard
,
unclipped
since
Teresa
's
death
,
thick
,
snow-white
,
covered
his
powerful
chest
.
He
turned
his
head
to
the
door
,
and
called
out
in
his
strong
voice
--
"
Linda
.
"
Her
answer
came
sharp
and
faint
from
within
;
and
the
appalled
Nostromo
stood
up
,
too
,
but
remained
mute
,
gazing
at
the
door
.
He
was
afraid
.
He
was
not
afraid
of
being
refused
the
girl
he
loved
--
no
mere
refusal
could
stand
between
him
and
a
woman
he
desired
--
but
the
shining
spectre
of
the
treasure
rose
before
him
,
claiming
his
allegiance
in
a
silence
that
could
not
be
gainsaid
.
He
was
afraid
,
because
,
neither
dead
nor
alive
,
like
the
Gringos
on
Azuera
,
he
belonged
body
and
soul
to
the
unlawfulness
of
his
audacity
.
He
was
afraid
of
being
forbidden
the
island
.
He
was
afraid
,
and
said
nothing
.
Seeing
the
two
men
standing
up
side
by
side
to
await
her
,
Linda
stopped
in
the
doorway
.
Nothing
could
alter
the
passionate
dead
whiteness
of
her
face
;
but
her
black
eyes
seemed
to
catch
and
concentrate
all
the
light
of
the
low
sun
in
a
flaming
spark
within
the
black
depths
,
covered
at
once
by
the
slow
descent
of
heavy
eyelids
.
"
Behold
thy
husband
,
master
,
and
benefactor
.
"
Old
Viola
's
voice
resounded
with
a
force
that
seemed
to
fill
the
whole
gulf
.
She
stepped
forward
with
her
eyes
nearly
closed
,
like
a
sleep-walker
in
a
beatific
dream
.
Nostromo
made
a
superhuman
effort
.
"
It
is
time
,
Linda
,
we
two
were
betrothed
,
"
he
said
,
steadily
,
in
his
level
,
careless
,
unbending
tone
.
She
put
her
hand
into
his
offered
palm
,
lowering
her
head
,
dark
with
bronze
glints
,
upon
which
her
father
's
hand
rested
for
a
moment
.
