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She
bore
a
whole
two
months
of
wandering
very
well
;
she
had
that
power
of
resistance
to
fatigue
which
one
discovers
here
and
there
in
some
quite
frail-looking
women
with
surprise
--
like
a
state
of
possession
by
a
remarkably
stubborn
spirit
.
Don
Pepe
--
the
old
Costaguana
major
--
after
much
display
of
solicitude
for
the
delicate
lady
,
had
ended
by
conferring
upon
her
the
name
of
the
"
Never-tired
Senora
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
was
indeed
becoming
a
Costaguanera
.
Having
acquired
in
Southern
Europe
a
knowledge
of
true
peasantry
,
she
was
able
to
appreciate
the
great
worth
of
the
people
.
She
saw
the
man
under
the
silent
,
sad-eyed
beast
of
burden
.
She
saw
them
on
the
road
carrying
loads
,
lonely
figures
upon
the
plain
,
toiling
under
great
straw
hats
,
with
their
white
clothing
flapping
about
their
limbs
in
the
wind
;
she
remembered
the
villages
by
some
group
of
Indian
women
at
the
fountain
impressed
upon
her
memory
,
by
the
face
of
some
young
Indian
girl
with
a
melancholy
and
sensual
profile
,
raising
an
earthenware
vessel
of
cool
water
at
the
door
of
a
dark
hut
with
a
wooden
porch
cumbered
with
great
brown
jars
.
The
solid
wooden
wheels
of
an
ox-cart
,
halted
with
its
shafts
in
the
dust
,
showed
the
strokes
of
the
axe
;
and
a
party
of
charcoal
carriers
,
with
each
man
's
load
resting
above
his
head
on
the
top
of
the
low
mud
wall
,
slept
stretched
in
a
row
within
the
strip
of
shade
.
The
heavy
stonework
of
bridges
and
churches
left
by
the
conquerors
proclaimed
the
disregard
of
human
labour
,
the
tribute-labour
of
vanished
nations
.
The
power
of
king
and
church
was
gone
,
but
at
the
sight
of
some
heavy
ruinous
pile
overtopping
from
a
knoll
the
low
mud
walls
of
a
village
,
Don
Pepe
would
interrupt
the
tale
of
his
campaigns
to
exclaim
--
"
Poor
Costaguana
!
Before
,
it
was
everything
for
the
Padres
,
nothing
for
the
people
;
and
now
it
is
everything
for
those
great
politicos
in
Sta
.
Marta
,
for
negroes
and
thieves
.
"
Charles
talked
with
the
alcaldes
,
with
the
fiscales
,
with
the
principal
people
in
towns
,
and
with
the
caballeros
on
the
estates
.
The
commandantes
of
the
districts
offered
him
escorts
--
for
he
could
show
an
authorization
from
the
Sulaco
political
chief
of
the
day
.
How
much
the
document
had
cost
him
in
gold
twenty-dollar
pieces
was
a
secret
between
himself
,
a
great
man
in
the
United
States
(
who
condescended
to
answer
the
Sulaco
mail
with
his
own
hand
)
,
and
a
great
man
of
another
sort
,
with
a
dark
olive
complexion
and
shifty
eyes
,
inhabiting
then
the
Palace
of
the
Intendencia
in
Sulaco
,
and
who
piqued
himself
on
his
culture
and
Europeanism
generally
in
a
rather
French
style
because
he
had
lived
in
Europe
for
some
years
--
in
exile
,
he
said
.
However
,
it
was
pretty
well
known
that
just
before
this
exile
he
had
incautiously
gambled
away
all
the
cash
in
the
Custom
House
of
a
small
port
where
a
friend
in
power
had
procured
for
him
the
post
of
subcollector
.
That
youthful
indiscretion
had
,
amongst
other
inconveniences
,
obliged
him
to
earn
his
living
for
a
time
as
a
cafe
waiter
in
Madrid
;
but
his
talents
must
have
been
great
,
after
all
,
since
they
had
enabled
him
to
retrieve
his
political
fortunes
so
splendidly
.
Charles
Gould
,
exposing
his
business
with
an
imperturbable
steadiness
,
called
him
Excellency
.
The
provincial
Excellency
assumed
a
weary
superiority
,
tilting
his
chair
far
back
near
an
open
window
in
the
true
Costaguana
manner
.
The
military
band
happened
to
be
braying
operatic
selections
on
the
plaza
just
then
,
and
twice
he
raised
his
hand
imperatively
for
silence
in
order
to
listen
to
a
favourite
passage
.
"
Exquisite
,
delicious
!
"
he
murmured
;
while
Charles
Gould
waited
,
standing
by
with
inscrutable
patience
.
"
Lucia
,
Lucia
di
Lammermoor
!
I
am
passionate
for
music
.
It
transports
me
.
Ha
!
the
divine
--
ha
!
--
Mozart
.
Si
!
divine
...
What
is
it
you
were
saying
?
"
Of
course
,
rumours
had
reached
him
already
of
the
newcomer
's
intentions
.
Besides
,
he
had
received
an
official
warning
from
Sta
.
Marta
.
His
manner
was
intended
simply
to
conceal
his
curiosity
and
impress
his
visitor
.
But
after
he
had
locked
up
something
valuable
in
the
drawer
of
a
large
writing-desk
in
a
distant
part
of
the
room
,
he
became
very
affable
,
and
walked
back
to
his
chair
smartly
.
