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Gould
's
white
mules
,
he
had
said
in
Charles
's
room
--
"
You
go
ahead
in
your
own
way
,
and
I
shall
know
how
to
help
you
as
long
as
you
hold
your
own
.
But
you
may
rest
assured
that
in
a
given
case
we
shall
know
how
to
drop
you
in
time
.
"
To
this
Charles
Gould
's
only
answer
had
been
:
"
You
may
begin
sending
out
the
machinery
as
soon
as
you
like
.
"
And
the
great
man
had
liked
this
imperturbable
assurance
.
The
secret
of
it
was
that
to
Charles
Gould
's
mind
these
uncompromising
terms
were
agreeable
.
Like
this
the
mine
preserved
its
identity
,
with
which
he
had
endowed
it
as
a
boy
;
and
it
remained
dependent
on
himself
alone
.
It
was
a
serious
affair
,
and
he
,
too
,
took
it
grimly
.
"
Of
course
,
"
he
said
to
his
wife
,
alluding
to
this
last
conversation
with
the
departed
guest
,
while
they
walked
slowly
up
and
down
the
corredor
,
followed
by
the
irritated
eye
of
the
parrot
--
"
of
course
,
a
man
of
that
sort
can
take
up
a
thing
or
drop
it
when
he
likes
.
He
will
suffer
from
no
sense
of
defeat
.
He
may
have
to
give
in
,
or
he
may
have
to
die
to-morrow
,
but
the
great
silver
and
iron
interests
will
survive
,
and
some
day
will
get
hold
of
Costaguana
along
with
the
rest
of
the
world
.
"
They
had
stopped
near
the
cage
.
The
parrot
,
catching
the
sound
of
a
word
belonging
to
his
vocabulary
,
was
moved
to
interfere
.
Parrots
are
very
human
.
"
Viva
Costaguana
!
"
he
shrieked
,
with
intense
self-assertion
,
and
,
instantly
ruffling
up
his
feathers
,
assumed
an
air
of
puffed-up
somnolence
behind
the
glittering
wires
.
"
And
do
you
believe
that
,
Charley
?
"
Mrs.
Gould
asked
.
"
This
seems
to
me
most
awful
materialism
,
and
--
"
"
My
dear
,
it
's
nothing
to
me
,
"
interrupted
her
husband
,
in
a
reasonable
tone
.
"
I
make
use
of
what
I
see
.
What
's
it
to
me
whether
his
talk
is
the
voice
of
destiny
or
simply
a
bit
of
clap-trap
eloquence
?
There
's
a
good
deal
of
eloquence
of
one
sort
or
another
produced
in
both
Americas
.
The
air
of
the
New
World
seems
favourable
to
the
art
of
declamation
.
Have
you
forgotten
how
dear
Avellanos
can
hold
forth
for
hours
here
--
?
"
"
Oh
,
but
that
's
different
,
"
protested
Mrs.
Gould
,
almost
shocked
.
The
allusion
was
not
to
the
point
.
Don
Jose
was
a
dear
good
man
,
who
talked
very
well
,
and
was
enthusiastic
about
the
greatness
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
"
How
can
you
compare
them
,
Charles
?
"
she
exclaimed
,
reproachfully
.
"
He
has
suffered
--
and
yet
he
hopes
.
"
