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Going
ashore
in
the
same
boat
with
the
Goulds
,
Don
Jose
Avellanos
was
very
silent
.
Even
in
the
Gould
carriage
he
did
not
open
his
lips
for
a
long
time
.
The
mules
trotted
slowly
away
from
the
wharf
between
the
extended
hands
of
the
beggars
,
who
for
that
day
seemed
to
have
abandoned
in
a
body
the
portals
of
churches
.
Charles
Gould
sat
on
the
back
seat
and
looked
away
upon
the
plain
.
A
multitude
of
booths
made
of
green
boughs
,
of
rushes
,
of
odd
pieces
of
plank
eked
out
with
bits
of
canvas
had
been
erected
all
over
it
for
the
sale
of
cana
,
of
dulces
,
of
fruit
,
of
cigars
.
Over
little
heaps
of
glowing
charcoal
Indian
women
,
squatting
on
mats
,
cooked
food
in
black
earthen
pots
,
and
boiled
the
water
for
the
mate
gourds
,
which
they
offered
in
soft
,
caressing
voices
to
the
country
people
.
A
racecourse
had
been
staked
out
for
the
vaqueros
;
and
away
to
the
left
,
from
where
the
crowd
was
massed
thickly
about
a
huge
temporary
erection
,
like
a
circus
tent
of
wood
with
a
conical
grass
roof
,
came
the
resonant
twanging
of
harp
strings
,
the
sharp
ping
of
guitars
,
with
the
grave
drumming
throb
of
an
Indian
gombo
pulsating
steadily
through
the
shrill
choruses
of
the
dancers
.
Charles
Gould
said
presently
--
"
All
this
piece
of
land
belongs
now
to
the
Railway
Company
.
There
will
be
no
more
popular
feasts
held
here
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
was
rather
sorry
to
think
so
.
She
took
this
opportunity
to
mention
how
she
had
just
obtained
from
Sir
John
the
promise
that
the
house
occupied
by
Giorgio
Viola
should
not
be
interfered
with
.
She
declared
she
could
never
understand
why
the
survey
engineers
ever
talked
of
demolishing
that
old
building
.
It
was
not
in
the
way
of
the
projected
harbour
branch
of
the
line
in
the
least
.
She
stopped
the
carriage
before
the
door
to
reassure
at
once
the
old
Genoese
,
who
came
out
bare-headed
and
stood
by
the
carriage
step
.
She
talked
to
him
in
Italian
,
of
course
,
and
he
thanked
her
with
calm
dignity
.
An
old
Garibaldino
was
grateful
to
her
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
for
keeping
the
roof
over
the
heads
of
his
wife
and
children
.
He
was
too
old
to
wander
any
more
.
"
And
is
it
for
ever
,
signora
?
"
he
asked
.
"
For
as
long
as
you
like
.
"
"
Bene
.
Then
the
place
must
be
named
,
It
was
not
worth
while
before
.
"
He
smiled
ruggedly
,
with
a
running
together
of
wrinkles
at
the
corners
of
his
eyes
.
"
I
shall
set
about
the
painting
of
the
name
to-morrow
.
"
