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But
when
she
saw
Captain
Fidanza
for
the
first
time
after
her
meeting
with
the
distracted
Ramirez
,
the
certitude
of
her
misfortune
returned
.
She
watched
him
from
the
doorway
go
away
to
his
boat
,
asking
herself
stoically
,
"
Will
they
meet
to-night
?
"
She
made
up
her
mind
not
to
leave
the
tower
for
a
second
.
When
he
had
disappeared
she
came
out
and
sat
down
by
her
father
.
The
venerable
Garibaldino
felt
,
in
his
own
words
,
"
a
young
man
yet
.
"
In
one
way
or
another
a
good
deal
of
talk
about
Ramirez
had
reached
him
of
late
;
and
his
contempt
and
dislike
of
that
man
who
obviously
was
not
what
his
son
would
have
been
,
had
made
him
restless
.
He
slept
very
little
now
;
but
for
several
nights
past
instead
of
reading
--
or
only
sitting
,
with
Mrs.
Gould
's
silver
spectacles
on
his
nose
,
before
the
open
Bible
,
he
had
been
prowling
actively
all
about
the
island
with
his
old
gun
,
on
watch
over
his
honour
.
Linda
,
laying
her
thin
brown
hand
on
his
knee
,
tried
to
soothe
his
excitement
.
Ramirez
was
not
in
Sulaco
.
Nobody
knew
where
he
was
.
He
was
gone
.
His
talk
of
what
he
would
do
meant
nothing
.
"
No
,
"
the
old
man
interrupted
.
"
But
son
Gian
'
Battista
told
me
--
quite
of
himself
--
that
the
cowardly
esclavo
was
drinking
and
gambling
with
the
rascals
of
Zapiga
,
over
there
on
the
north
side
of
the
gulf
.
He
may
get
some
of
the
worst
scoundrels
of
that
scoundrelly
town
of
negroes
to
help
him
in
his
attempt
upon
the
little
one
...
But
I
am
not
so
old
.
No
!
"
She
argued
earnestly
against
the
probability
of
any
attempt
being
made
;
and
at
last
the
old
man
fell
silent
,
chewing
his
white
moustache
.
Women
had
their
obstinate
notions
which
must
be
humoured
--
his
poor
wife
was
like
that
,
and
Linda
resembled
her
mother
.
It
was
not
seemly
for
a
man
to
argue
.
"
May
be
.
May
be
,
"
he
mumbled
.
She
was
by
no
means
easy
in
her
mind
.
She
loved
Nostromo
.
She
turned
her
eyes
upon
Giselle
,
sitting
at
a
distance
,
with
something
of
maternal
tenderness
,
and
the
jealous
anguish
of
a
rival
outraged
in
her
defeat
.
Then
she
rose
and
walked
over
to
her
.
"
Listen
--
you
,
"
she
said
,
roughly
.
The
invincible
candour
of
the
gaze
,
raised
up
all
violet
and
dew
,
excited
her
rage
and
admiration
.
She
had
beautiful
eyes
--
the
Chica
--
this
vile
thing
of
white
flesh
and
black
deception
.
She
did
not
know
whether
she
wanted
to
tear
them
out
with
shouts
of
vengeance
or
cover
up
their
mysterious
and
shameless
innocence
with
kisses
of
pity
and
love
.
And
suddenly
they
became
empty
,
gazing
blankly
at
her
,
except
for
a
little
fear
not
quite
buried
deep
enough
with
all
the
other
emotions
in
Giselle
's
heart
.
Linda
said
,
"
Ramirez
is
boasting
in
town
that
he
will
carry
you
off
from
the
island
.
"
