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She
shook
her
head
without
looking
at
him
.
Coppery
glints
rippled
to
and
fro
on
the
wealth
of
her
gold
hair
.
Her
smooth
forehead
had
the
soft
,
pure
sheen
of
a
priceless
pearl
in
the
splendour
of
the
sunset
,
mingling
the
gloom
of
starry
spaces
,
the
purple
of
the
sea
,
and
the
crimson
of
the
sky
in
a
magnificent
stillness
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
slowly
.
"
I
never
loved
him
.
I
think
I
never
...
He
loves
me
--
perhaps
.
"
The
seduction
of
her
slow
voice
died
out
of
the
air
,
and
her
raised
eyes
remained
fixed
on
nothing
,
as
if
indifferent
and
without
thought
.
"
Ramirez
told
you
he
loved
you
?
"
asked
Nostromo
,
restraining
himself
.
"
Ah
!
once
--
one
evening
...
"
"
The
miserable
...
Ha
!
"
He
had
jumped
up
as
if
stung
by
a
gad-fly
,
and
stood
before
her
mute
with
anger
.
"
Misericordia
Divina
!
You
,
too
,
Gian
'
Battista
!
Poor
wretch
that
I
am
!
"
she
lamented
in
ingenuous
tones
.
"
I
told
Linda
,
and
she
scolded
--
she
scolded
.
Am
I
to
live
blind
,
dumb
,
and
deaf
in
this
world
?
And
she
told
father
,
who
took
down
his
gun
and
cleaned
it
.
Poor
Ramirez
!
Then
you
came
,
and
she
told
you
.
"
He
looked
at
her
.
He
fastened
his
eyes
upon
the
hollow
of
her
white
throat
,
which
had
the
invincible
charm
of
things
young
,
palpitating
,
delicate
,
and
alive
.
Was
this
the
child
he
had
known
?
Was
it
possible
?
It
dawned
upon
him
that
in
these
last
years
he
had
really
seen
very
little
--
nothing
--
of
her
.
Nothing
.
She
had
come
into
the
world
like
a
thing
unknown
.
She
had
come
upon
him
unawares
.
She
was
a
danger
.
A
frightful
danger
.
The
instinctive
mood
of
fierce
determination
that
had
never
failed
him
before
the
perils
of
this
life
added
its
steady
force
to
the
violence
of
his
passion
.
She
,
in
a
voice
that
recalled
to
him
the
song
of
running
water
,
the
tinkling
of
a
silver
bell
,
continued
--
"
And
between
you
three
you
have
brought
me
here
into
this
captivity
to
the
sky
and
water
.
Nothing
else
.
Sky
and
water
.
Oh
,
Sanctissima
Madre
.
My
hair
shall
turn
grey
on
this
tedious
island
.
