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"
He
had
not
seen
me
for
ten
years
.
He
did
not
know
me
.
He
parted
from
me
for
my
sake
,
and
he
would
never
let
me
come
back
.
He
was
always
talking
in
his
letters
of
leaving
Costaguana
,
of
abandoning
everything
and
making
his
escape
.
But
he
was
too
valuable
a
prey
.
They
would
have
thrown
him
into
one
of
their
prisons
at
the
first
suspicion
.
"
His
spurred
feet
clinked
slowly
.
He
was
bending
over
his
wife
as
they
walked
.
The
big
parrot
,
turning
its
head
askew
,
followed
their
pacing
figures
with
a
round
,
unblinking
eye
.
"
He
was
a
lonely
man
.
Ever
since
I
was
ten
years
old
he
used
to
talk
to
me
as
if
I
had
been
grown
up
.
When
I
was
in
Europe
he
wrote
to
me
every
month
.
Ten
,
twelve
pages
every
month
of
my
life
for
ten
years
.
And
,
after
all
,
he
did
not
know
me
!
Just
think
of
it
--
ten
whole
years
away
;
the
years
I
was
growing
up
into
a
man
.
He
could
not
know
me
.
Do
you
think
he
could
?
"
Mrs.
Gould
shook
her
head
negatively
;
which
was
just
what
her
husband
had
expected
from
the
strength
of
the
argument
.
But
she
shook
her
head
negatively
only
because
she
thought
that
no
one
could
know
her
Charles
--
really
know
him
for
what
he
was
but
herself
.
The
thing
was
obvious
.
It
could
be
felt
.
It
required
no
argument
.
And
poor
Mr.
Gould
,
senior
,
who
had
died
too
soon
to
ever
hear
of
their
engagement
,
remained
too
shadowy
a
figure
for
her
to
be
credited
with
knowledge
of
any
sort
whatever
.
"
No
,
he
did
not
understand
.
In
my
view
this
mine
could
never
have
been
a
thing
to
sell
.
Never
!
After
all
his
misery
I
simply
could
not
have
touched
it
for
money
alone
,
"
Charles
Gould
pursued
:
and
she
pressed
her
head
to
his
shoulder
approvingly
.
These
two
young
people
remembered
the
life
which
had
ended
wretchedly
just
when
their
own
lives
had
come
together
in
that
splendour
of
hopeful
love
,
which
to
the
most
sensible
minds
appears
like
a
triumph
of
good
over
all
the
evils
of
the
earth
.
A
vague
idea
of
rehabilitation
had
entered
the
plan
of
their
life
.
That
it
was
so
vague
as
to
elude
the
support
of
argument
made
it
only
the
stronger
.
It
had
presented
itself
to
them
at
the
instant
when
the
woman
's
instinct
of
devotion
and
the
man
's
instinct
of
activity
receive
from
the
strongest
of
illusions
their
most
powerful
impulse
.
The
very
prohibition
imposed
the
necessity
of
success
.
It
was
as
if
they
had
been
morally
bound
to
make
good
their
vigorous
view
of
life
against
the
unnatural
error
of
weariness
and
despair
.
If
the
idea
of
wealth
was
present
to
them
it
was
only
in
so
far
as
it
was
bound
with
that
other
success
.
Mrs.
Gould
,
an
orphan
from
early
childhood
and
without
fortune
,
brought
up
in
an
atmosphere
of
intellectual
interests
,
had
never
considered
the
aspects
of
great
wealth
.
They
were
too
remote
,
and
she
had
not
learned
that
they
were
desirable
.
On
the
other
hand
,
she
had
not
known
anything
of
absolute
want
.
Even
the
very
poverty
of
her
aunt
,
the
Marchesa
,
had
nothing
intolerable
to
a
refined
mind
;
it
seemed
in
accord
with
a
great
grief
:
it
had
the
austerity
of
a
sacrifice
offered
to
a
noble
ideal
.
Thus
even
the
most
legitimate
touch
of
materialism
was
wanting
in
Mrs.
Gould
's
character
.
The
dead
man
of
whom
she
thought
with
tenderness
(
because
he
was
Charley
's
father
)
and
with
some
impatience
(
because
he
had
been
weak
)
,
must
be
put
completely
in
the
wrong
.
Nothing
else
would
do
to
keep
their
prosperity
without
a
stain
on
its
only
real
,
on
its
immaterial
side
!
Charles
Gould
,
on
his
part
,
had
been
obliged
to
keep
the
idea
of
wealth
well
to
the
fore
;
but
he
brought
it
forward
as
a
means
,
not
as
an
end
.
Unless
the
mine
was
good
business
it
could
not
be
touched
.
He
had
to
insist
on
that
aspect
of
the
enterprise
.
It
was
his
lever
to
move
men
who
had
capital
.
And
Charles
Gould
believed
in
the
mine
.
He
knew
everything
that
could
be
known
of
it
.
His
faith
in
the
mine
was
contagious
,
though
it
was
not
served
by
a
great
eloquence
;
but
business
men
are
frequently
as
sanguine
and
imaginative
as
lovers
.
They
are
affected
by
a
personality
much
oftener
than
people
would
suppose
;
and
Charles
Gould
,
in
his
unshaken
assurance
,
was
absolutely
convincing
.
Besides
,
it
was
a
matter
of
common
knowledge
to
the
men
to
whom
he
addressed
himself
that
mining
in
Costaguana
was
a
game
that
could
be
made
considably
more
than
worth
the
candle
.
The
men
of
affairs
knew
that
very
well
.
The
real
difficulty
in
touching
it
was
elsewhere
.
Against
that
there
was
an
implication
of
calm
and
implacable
resolution
in
Charles
Gould
's
very
voice
.
Men
of
affairs
venture
sometimes
on
acts
that
the
common
judgment
of
the
world
would
pronounce
absurd
;
they
make
their
decisions
on
apparently
impulsive
and
human
grounds
.
"
Very
well
,
"
had
said
the
considerable
personage
to
whom
Charles
Gould
on
his
way
out
through
San
Francisco
had
lucidly
exposed
his
point
of
view
.
"
Let
us
suppose
that
the
mining
affairs
of
Sulaco
are
taken
in
hand
.
There
would
then
be
in
it
:
first
,
the
house
of
Holroyd
,
which
is
all
right
;
then
,
Mr.
Charles
Gould
,
a
citizen
of
Costaguana
,
who
is
also
all
right
;
and
,
lastly
,
the
Government
of
the
Republic
.
So
far
this
resembles
the
first
start
of
the
Atacama
nitrate
fields
,
where
there
was
a
financing
house
,
a
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Edwards
,
and
--
a
Government
;
or
,
rather
,
two
Governments
--
two
South
American
Governments
.
And
you
know
what
came
of
it
.
War
came
of
it
;
devastating
and
prolonged
war
came
of
it
,
Mr.
Gould
.
