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The
latest
phase
in
the
history
of
the
mine
Mrs.
Gould
knew
from
personal
experience
.
It
was
in
essence
the
history
of
her
married
life
.
The
mantle
of
the
Goulds
'
hereditary
position
in
Sulaco
had
descended
amply
upon
her
little
person
;
but
she
would
not
allow
the
peculiarities
of
the
strange
garment
to
weigh
down
the
vivacity
of
her
character
,
which
was
the
sign
of
no
mere
mechanical
sprightliness
,
but
of
an
eager
intelligence
.
It
must
not
be
supposed
that
Mrs.
Gould
's
mind
was
masculine
.
A
woman
with
a
masculine
mind
is
not
a
being
of
superior
efficiency
;
she
is
simply
a
phenomenon
of
imperfect
differentiation
--
interestingly
barren
and
without
importance
.
Dona
Emilia
's
intelligence
being
feminine
led
her
to
achieve
the
conquest
of
Sulaco
,
simply
by
lighting
the
way
for
her
unselfishness
and
sympathy
.
She
could
converse
charmingly
,
but
she
was
not
talkative
.
The
wisdom
of
the
heart
having
no
concern
with
the
erection
or
demolition
of
theories
any
more
than
with
the
defence
of
prejudices
,
has
no
random
words
at
its
command
.
The
words
it
pronounces
have
the
value
of
acts
of
integrity
,
tolerance
,
and
compassion
.
A
woman
's
true
tenderness
,
like
the
true
virility
of
man
,
is
expressed
in
action
of
a
conquering
kind
.
The
ladies
of
Sulaco
adored
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
They
still
look
upon
me
as
something
of
a
monster
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
had
said
pleasantly
to
one
of
the
three
gentlemen
from
San
Francisco
she
had
to
entertain
in
her
new
Sulaco
house
just
about
a
year
after
her
marriage
.
They
were
her
first
visitors
from
abroad
,
and
they
had
come
to
look
at
the
San
Tome
mine
.
She
jested
most
agreeably
,
they
thought
;
and
Charles
Gould
,
besides
knowing
thoroughly
what
he
was
about
,
had
shown
himself
a
real
hustler
.
These
facts
caused
them
to
be
well
disposed
towards
his
wife
.
An
unmistakable
enthusiasm
,
pointed
by
a
slight
flavour
of
irony
,
made
her
talk
of
the
mine
absolutely
fascinating
to
her
visitors
,
and
provoked
them
to
grave
and
indulgent
smiles
in
which
there
was
a
good
deal
of
deference
.
Perhaps
had
they
known
how
much
she
was
inspired
by
an
idealistic
view
of
success
they
would
have
been
amazed
at
the
state
of
her
mind
as
the
Spanish-American
ladies
had
been
amazed
at
the
tireless
activity
of
her
body
.
She
would
--
in
her
own
words
--
have
been
for
them
"
something
of
a
monster
.
"
However
,
the
Goulds
were
in
essentials
a
reticent
couple
,
and
their
guests
departed
without
the
suspicion
of
any
other
purpose
but
simple
profit
in
the
working
of
a
silver
mine
.
Mrs.
Gould
had
out
her
own
carriage
,
with
two
white
mules
,
to
drive
them
down
to
the
harbour
,
whence
the
Ceres
was
to
carry
them
off
into
the
Olympus
of
plutocrats
.
Captain
Mitchell
had
snatched
at
the
occasion
of
leave-taking
to
remark
to
Mrs.
Gould
,
in
a
low
,
confidential
mutter
,
"
This
marks
an
epoch
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
loved
the
patio
of
her
Spanish
house
.
A
broad
flight
of
stone
steps
was
overlooked
silently
from
a
niche
in
the
wall
by
a
Madonna
in
blue
robes
with
the
crowned
child
sitting
on
her
arm
.
Subdued
voices
ascended
in
the
early
mornings
from
the
paved
well
of
the
quadrangle
,
with
the
stamping
of
horses
and
mules
led
out
in
pairs
to
drink
at
the
cistern
.
A
tangle
of
slender
bamboo
stems
drooped
its
narrow
,
blade-like
leaves
over
the
square
pool
of
water
,
and
the
fat
coachman
sat
muffled
up
on
the
edge
,
holding
lazily
the
ends
of
halters
in
his
hand
.
Barefooted
servants
passed
to
and
fro
,
issuing
from
dark
,
low
doorways
below
;
two
laundry
girls
with
baskets
of
washed
linen
;
the
baker
with
the
tray
of
bread
made
for
the
day
;
Leonarda
--
her
own
camerista
--
bearing
high
up
,
swung
from
her
hand
raised
above
her
raven
black
head
,
a
bunch
of
starched
under-skirts
dazzlingly
white
in
the
slant
of
sunshine
.
Then
the
old
porter
would
hobble
in
,
sweeping
the
flagstones
,
and
the
house
was
ready
for
the
day
.
All
the
lofty
rooms
on
three
sides
of
the
quadrangle
opened
into
each
other
and
into
the
corredor
,
with
its
wrought-iron
railings
and
a
border
of
flowers
,
whence
,
like
the
lady
of
the
mediaeval
castle
,
she
could
witness
from
above
all
the
departures
and
arrivals
of
the
Casa
,
to
which
the
sonorous
arched
gateway
lent
an
air
of
stately
importance
.
She
had
watched
her
carriage
roll
away
with
the
three
guests
from
the
north
.
She
smiled
.
Their
three
arms
went
up
simultaneously
to
their
three
hats
.
Captain
Mitchell
,
the
fourth
,
in
attendance
,
had
already
begun
a
pompous
discourse
.
Then
she
lingered
.
She
lingered
,
approaching
her
face
to
the
clusters
of
flowers
here
and
there
as
if
to
give
time
to
her
thoughts
to
catch
up
with
her
slow
footsteps
along
the
straight
vista
of
the
corredor
.
A
fringed
Indian
hammock
from
Aroa
,
gay
with
coloured
featherwork
,
had
been
swung
judiciously
in
a
corner
that
caught
the
early
sun
;
for
the
mornings
are
cool
in
Sulaco
.
The
cluster
of
flor
de
noche
buena
blazed
in
great
masses
before
the
open
glass
doors
of
the
reception
rooms
.
A
big
green
parrot
,
brilliant
like
an
emerald
in
a
cage
that
flashed
like
gold
,
screamed
out
ferociously
,
"
Viva
Costaguana
!
"
then
called
twice
mellifluously
,
"
Leonarda
!
Leonarda
!
"
in
imitation
of
Mrs.
Gould
's
voice
,
and
suddenly
took
refuge
in
immobility
and
silence
.
Mrs.
Gould
reached
the
end
of
the
gallery
and
put
her
head
through
the
door
of
her
husband
's
room
.
Charles
Gould
,
with
one
foot
on
a
low
wooden
stool
,
was
already
strapping
his
spurs
.
He
wanted
to
hurry
back
to
the
mine
.
Mrs.
Gould
,
without
coming
in
,
glanced
about
the
room
.
One
tall
,
broad
bookcase
,
with
glass
doors
,
was
full
of
books
;
but
in
the
other
,
without
shelves
,
and
lined
with
red
baize
,
were
arranged
firearms
:
Winchester
carbines
,
revolvers
,
a
couple
of
shot-guns
,
and
even
two
pairs
of
double-barrelled
holster
pistols
.
Between
them
,
by
itself
,
upon
a
strip
of
scarlet
velvet
,
hung
an
old
cavalry
sabre
,
once
the
property
of
Don
Enrique
Gould
,
the
hero
of
the
Occidental
Province
,
presented
by
Don
Jose
Avellanos
,
the
hereditary
friend
of
the
family
.
Otherwise
,
the
plastered
white
walls
were
completely
bare
,
except
for
a
water-colour
sketch
of
the
San
Tome
mountain
--
the
work
of
Dona
Emilia
herself
.
In
the
middle
of
the
red-tiled
floor
stood
two
long
tables
littered
with
plans
and
papers
,
a
few
chairs
,
and
a
glass
show-case
containing
specimens
of
ore
from
the
mine
.
Mrs.
Gould
,
looking
at
all
these
things
in
turn
,
wondered
aloud
why
the
talk
of
these
wealthy
and
enterprising
men
discussing
the
prospects
,
the
working
,
and
the
safety
of
the
mine
rendered
her
so
impatient
and
uneasy
,
whereas
she
could
talk
of
the
mine
by
the
hour
with
her
husband
with
unwearied
interest
and
satisfaction
.
And
dropping
her
eyelids
expressively
,
she
added
--
