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Gould
's
ride
with
the
first
silver
escort
to
Sulaco
was
the
closing
episode
of
what
she
called
"
my
camp
life
"
before
she
had
settled
in
her
town-house
permanently
,
as
was
proper
and
even
necessary
for
the
wife
of
the
administrator
of
such
an
important
institution
as
the
San
Tome
mine
.
For
the
San
Tome
mine
was
to
become
an
institution
,
a
rallying
point
for
everything
in
the
province
that
needed
order
and
stability
to
live
.
Security
seemed
to
flow
upon
this
land
from
the
mountain-gorge
.
The
authorities
of
Sulaco
had
learned
that
the
San
Tome
mine
could
make
it
worth
their
while
to
leave
things
and
people
alone
.
This
was
the
nearest
approach
to
the
rule
of
common-sense
and
justice
Charles
Gould
felt
it
possible
to
secure
at
first
.
In
fact
,
the
mine
,
with
its
organization
,
its
population
growing
fiercely
attached
to
their
position
of
privileged
safety
,
with
its
armoury
,
with
its
Don
Pepe
,
with
its
armed
body
of
serenos
(
where
,
it
was
said
,
many
an
outlaw
and
deserter
--
and
even
some
members
of
Hernandez
's
band
--
had
found
a
place
)
,
the
mine
was
a
power
in
the
land
.
As
a
certain
prominent
man
in
Sta
.
Marta
had
exclaimed
with
a
hollow
laugh
,
once
,
when
discussing
the
line
of
action
taken
by
the
Sulaco
authorities
at
a
time
of
political
crisis
--
"
You
call
these
men
Government
officials
?
They
?
Never
!
They
are
officials
of
the
mine
--
officials
of
the
Concession
--
I
tell
you
.
"
The
prominent
man
(
who
was
then
a
person
in
power
,
with
a
lemon-coloured
face
and
a
very
short
and
curly
,
not
to
say
woolly
,
head
of
hair
)
went
so
far
in
his
temporary
discontent
as
to
shake
his
yellow
fist
under
the
nose
of
his
interlocutor
,
and
shriek
--
"
Yes
!
All
!
Silence
!
All
!
I
tell
you
!
The
political
Gefe
,
the
chief
of
the
police
,
the
chief
of
the
customs
,
the
general
,
all
,
all
,
are
the
officials
of
that
Gould
.
"
Thereupon
an
intrepid
but
low
and
argumentative
murmur
would
flow
on
for
a
space
in
the
ministerial
cabinet
,
and
the
prominent
man
's
passion
would
end
in
a
cynical
shrug
of
the
shoulders
.
After
all
,
he
seemed
to
say
,
what
did
it
matter
as
long
as
the
minister
himself
was
not
forgotten
during
his
brief
day
of
authority
?
But
all
the
same
,
the
unofficial
agent
of
the
San
Tome
mine
,
working
for
a
good
cause
,
had
his
moments
of
anxiety
,
which
were
reflected
in
his
letters
to
Don
Jose
Avellanos
,
his
maternal
uncle
.
"
No
sanguinary
macaque
from
Sta
.
Marta
shall
set
foot
on
that
part
of
Costaguana
which
lies
beyond
the
San
Tome
bridge
,
"
Don
Pepe
used
to
assure
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
Except
,
of
course
,
as
an
honoured
guest
--
for
our
Senor
Administrador
is
a
deep
politico
.
"
But
to
Charles
Gould
,
in
his
own
room
,
the
old
Major
would
remark
with
a
grim
and
soldierly
cheeriness
,
"
We
are
all
playing
our
heads
at
this
game
.
"
Don
Jose
Avellanos
would
mutter
"
Imperium
in
imperio
,
Emilia
,
my
soul
,
"
with
an
air
of
profound
self-satisfaction
which
,
somehow
,
in
a
curious
way
,
seemed
to
contain
a
queer
admixture
of
bodily
discomfort
.
But
that
,
perhaps
,
could
only
be
visible
to
the
initiated
.
And
for
the
initiated
it
was
a
wonderful
place
,
this
drawing-room
of
the
Casa
Gould
,
with
its
momentary
glimpses
of
the
master
--
El
Senor
Administrador
--
older
,
harder
,
mysteriously
silent
,
with
the
lines
deepened
on
his
English
,
ruddy
,
out-of-doors
complexion
;
flitting
on
his
thin
cavalryman
's
legs
across
the
doorways
,
either
just
"
back
from
the
mountain
"
or
with
jingling
spurs
and
riding-whip
under
his
arm
,
on
the
point
of
starting
"
for
the
mountain
.
"
Then
Don
Pepe
,
modestly
martial
in
his
chair
,
the
llanero
who
seemed
somehow
to
have
found
his
martial
jocularity
,
his
knowledge
of
the
world
,
and
his
manner
perfect
for
his
station
,
in
the
midst
of
savage
armed
contests
with
his
kind
;
Avellanos
,
polished
and
familiar
,
the
diplomatist
with
his
loquacity
covering
much
caution
and
wisdom
in
delicate
advice
,
with
his
manuscript
of
a
historical
work
on
Costaguana
,
entitled
"
Fifty
Years
of
Misrule
,
"
which
,
at
present
,
he
thought
it
was
not
prudent
(
even
if
it
were
possible
)
"
to
give
to
the
world
"
;
these
three
,
and
also
Dona
Emilia
amongst
them
,
gracious
,
small
,
and
fairy-like
,
before
the
glittering
tea-set
,
with
one
common
master-thought
in
their
heads
,
with
one
common
feeling
of
a
tense
situation
,
with
one
ever-present
aim
to
preserve
the
inviolable
character
of
the
mine
at
every
cost
.
And
there
was
also
to
be
seen
Captain
Mitchell
,
a
little
apart
,
near
one
of
the
long
windows
,
with
an
air
of
old-fashioned
neat
old
bachelorhood
about
him
,
slightly
pompous
,
in
a
white
waistcoat
,
a
little
disregarded
and
unconscious
of
it
;
utterly
in
the
dark
,
and
imagining
himself
to
be
in
the
thick
of
things
.
The
good
man
,
having
spent
a
clear
thirty
years
of
his
life
on
the
high
seas
before
getting
what
he
called
a
"
shore
billet
,
"
was
astonished
at
the
importance
of
transactions
(
other
than
relating
to
shipping
)
which
take
place
on
dry
land
.
