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He
looked
at
her
very
still
.
She
was
beautiful
.
His
desire
had
grown
within
him
.
He
had
two
masters
now
.
But
she
was
incapable
of
sustained
emotion
.
She
was
sincere
in
what
she
said
,
but
she
slept
placidly
at
night
.
When
she
saw
him
she
flamed
up
always
.
Then
only
an
increased
taciturnity
marked
the
change
in
her
.
She
was
afraid
of
betraying
herself
.
She
was
afraid
of
pain
,
of
bodily
harm
,
of
sharp
words
,
of
facing
anger
,
and
witnessing
violence
.
For
her
soul
was
light
and
tender
with
a
pagan
sincerity
in
its
impulses
.
She
murmured
--
"
Give
up
the
palazzo
,
Giovanni
,
and
the
vineyard
on
the
hills
,
for
which
we
are
starving
our
love
.
"
She
ceased
,
seeing
Linda
standing
silent
at
the
corner
of
the
house
.
Nostromo
turned
to
his
affianced
wife
with
a
greeting
,
and
was
amazed
at
her
sunken
eyes
,
at
her
hollow
cheeks
,
at
the
air
of
illness
and
anguish
in
her
face
.
"
Have
you
been
ill
?
"
he
asked
,
trying
to
put
some
concern
into
this
question
.
Her
black
eyes
blazed
at
him
.
"
Am
I
thinner
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
--
perhaps
--
a
little
.
"
"
And
older
?
"
"
Every
day
counts
--
for
all
of
us
.
"
