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"
And
so
the
soul
of
the
dead
is
satisfied
.
"
This
came
from
Giorgio
Viola
,
who
went
on
talking
for
a
while
of
his
dead
wife
;
while
the
two
,
sitting
side
by
side
,
never
looked
at
each
other
.
Then
the
old
man
ceased
;
and
Linda
,
motionless
,
began
to
speak
.
"
Ever
since
I
felt
I
lived
in
the
world
,
I
have
lived
for
you
alone
,
Gian
'
Battista
.
And
that
you
knew
!
You
knew
it
...
Battistino
.
"
She
pronounced
the
name
exactly
with
her
mother
's
intonation
.
A
gloom
as
of
the
grave
covered
Nostromo
's
heart
.
"
Yes
.
I
knew
,
"
he
said
.
The
heroic
Garibaldino
sat
on
the
same
bench
bowing
his
hoary
head
,
his
old
soul
dwelling
alone
with
its
memories
,
tender
and
violent
,
terrible
and
dreary
--
solitary
on
the
earth
full
of
men
.
And
Linda
,
his
best-loved
daughter
,
was
saying
,
"
I
was
yours
ever
since
I
can
remember
.
I
had
only
to
think
of
you
for
the
earth
to
become
empty
to
my
eyes
.
When
you
were
there
,
I
could
see
no
one
else
.
I
was
yours
.
Nothing
is
changed
.
The
world
belongs
to
you
,
and
you
let
me
live
in
it
.
"
...
She
dropped
her
low
,
vibrating
voice
to
a
still
lower
note
,
and
found
other
things
to
say
--
torturing
for
the
man
at
her
side
.
Her
murmur
ran
on
ardent
and
voluble
.
She
did
not
seem
to
see
her
sister
,
who
came
out
with
an
altar-cloth
she
was
embroidering
in
her
hands
,
and
passed
in
front
of
them
,
silent
,
fresh
,
fair
,
with
a
quick
glance
and
a
faint
smile
,
to
sit
a
little
away
on
the
other
side
of
Nostromo
.
The
evening
was
still
.
The
sun
sank
almost
to
the
edge
of
a
purple
ocean
;
and
the
white
lighthouse
,
livid
against
the
background
of
clouds
filling
the
head
of
the
gulf
,
bore
the
lantern
red
and
glowing
,
like
a
live
ember
kindled
by
the
fire
of
the
sky
.
Giselle
,
indolent
and
demure
,
raised
the
altar-cloth
from
time
to
time
to
hide
nervous
yawns
,
as
of
a
young
panther
.
Suddenly
Linda
rushed
at
her
sister
,
and
seizing
her
head
,
covered
her
face
with
kisses
.
Nostromo
's
brain
reeled
.
When
she
left
her
,
as
if
stunned
by
the
violent
caresses
,
with
her
hands
lying
in
her
lap
,
the
slave
of
the
treasure
felt
as
if
he
could
shoot
that
woman
.
Old
Giorgio
lifted
his
leonine
head
.
