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Whenever
possible
Antonia
attended
her
father
;
her
recognized
devotion
weakened
the
shocking
effect
of
her
scorn
for
the
rigid
conventions
regulating
the
life
of
Spanish-American
girlhood
.
And
,
in
truth
,
she
was
no
longer
girlish
.
It
was
said
that
she
often
wrote
State
papers
from
her
father
's
dictation
,
and
was
allowed
to
read
all
the
books
in
his
library
.
At
the
receptions
--
where
the
situation
was
saved
by
the
presence
of
a
very
decrepit
old
lady
(
a
relation
of
the
Corbelans
)
,
quite
deaf
and
motionless
in
an
armchair
--
Antonia
could
hold
her
own
in
a
discussion
with
two
or
three
men
at
a
time
.
Obviously
she
was
not
the
girl
to
be
content
with
peeping
through
a
barred
window
at
a
cloaked
figure
of
a
lover
ensconced
in
a
doorway
opposite
--
which
is
the
correct
form
of
Costaguana
courtship
.
It
was
generally
believed
that
with
her
foreign
upbringing
and
foreign
ideas
the
learned
and
proud
Antonia
would
never
marry
--
unless
,
indeed
,
she
married
a
foreigner
from
Europe
or
North
America
,
now
that
Sulaco
seemed
on
the
point
of
being
invaded
by
all
the
world
.
WHEN
General
Barrios
stopped
to
address
Mrs.
Gould
,
Antonia
raised
negligently
her
hand
holding
an
open
fan
,
as
if
to
shade
from
the
sun
her
head
,
wrapped
in
a
light
lace
shawl
.
The
clear
gleam
of
her
blue
eyes
gliding
behind
the
black
fringe
of
eyelashes
paused
for
a
moment
upon
her
father
,
then
travelled
further
to
the
figure
of
a
young
man
of
thirty
at
most
,
of
medium
height
,
rather
thick-set
,
wearing
a
light
overcoat
.
Bearing
down
with
the
open
palm
of
his
hand
upon
the
knob
of
a
flexible
cane
,
he
had
been
looking
on
from
a
distance
;
but
directly
he
saw
himself
noticed
,
he
approached
quietly
and
put
his
elbow
over
the
door
of
the
landau
.
The
shirt
collar
,
cut
low
in
the
neck
,
the
big
bow
of
his
cravat
,
the
style
of
his
clothing
,
from
the
round
hat
to
the
varnished
shoes
,
suggested
an
idea
of
French
elegance
;
but
otherwise
he
was
the
very
type
of
a
fair
Spanish
creole
.
The
fluffy
moustache
and
the
short
,
curly
,
golden
beard
did
not
conceal
his
lips
,
rosy
,
fresh
,
almost
pouting
in
expression
.
His
full
,
round
face
was
of
that
warm
,
healthy
creole
white
which
is
never
tanned
by
its
native
sunshine
.
Martin
Decoud
was
seldom
exposed
to
the
Costaguana
sun
under
which
he
was
born
.
His
people
had
been
long
settled
in
Paris
,
where
he
had
studied
law
,
had
dabbled
in
literature
,
had
hoped
now
and
then
in
moments
of
exaltation
to
become
a
poet
like
that
other
foreigner
of
Spanish
blood
,
Jose
Maria
Heredia
.
In
other
moments
he
had
,
to
pass
the
time
,
condescended
to
write
articles
on
European
affairs
for
the
Semenario
,
the
principal
newspaper
in
Sta
.
Marta
,
which
printed
them
under
the
heading
"
From
our
special
correspondent
,
"
though
the
authorship
was
an
open
secret
.
Everybody
in
Costaguana
,
where
the
tale
of
compatriots
in
Europe
is
jealously
kept
,
knew
that
it
was
"
the
son
Decoud
,
"
a
talented
young
man
,
supposed
to
be
moving
in
the
higher
spheres
of
Society
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
was
an
idle
boulevardier
,
in
touch
with
some
smart
journalists
,
made
free
of
a
few
newspaper
offices
,
and
welcomed
in
the
pleasure
haunts
of
pressmen
.
This
life
,
whose
dreary
superficiality
is
covered
by
the
glitter
of
universal
blague
,
like
the
stupid
clowning
of
a
harlequin
by
the
spangles
of
a
motley
costume
,
induced
in
him
a
Frenchified
--
but
most
un-French
--
cosmopolitanism
,
in
reality
a
mere
barren
indifferentism
posing
as
intellectual
superiority
.
Of
his
own
country
he
used
to
say
to
his
French
associates
:
"
Imagine
an
atmosphere
of
opera-bouffe
in
which
all
the
comic
business
of
stage
statesmen
,
brigands
,
etc.
,
etc.
,
all
their
farcical
stealing
,
intriguing
,
and
stabbing
is
done
in
dead
earnest
.
It
is
screamingly
funny
,
the
blood
flows
all
the
time
,
and
the
actors
believe
themselves
to
be
influencing
the
fate
of
the
universe
.
Of
course
,
government
in
general
,
any
government
anywhere
,
is
a
thing
of
exquisite
comicality
to
a
discerning
mind
;
but
really
we
Spanish-Americans
do
overstep
the
bounds
.
No
man
of
ordinary
intelligence
can
take
part
in
the
intrigues
of
une
farce
macabre
.
However
,
these
Ribierists
,
of
whom
we
hear
so
much
just
now
,
are
really
trying
in
their
own
comical
way
to
make
the
country
habitable
,
and
even
to
pay
some
of
its
debts
.
My
friends
,
you
had
better
write
up
Senor
Ribiera
all
you
can
in
kindness
to
your
own
bondholders
.
Really
,
if
what
I
am
told
in
my
letters
is
true
,
there
is
some
chance
for
them
at
last
.
"
And
he
would
explain
with
railing
verve
what
Don
Vincente
Ribiera
stood
for
--
a
mournful
little
man
oppressed
by
his
own
good
intentions
,
the
significance
of
battles
won
,
who
Montero
was
(
un
grotesque
vaniteux
et
feroce
)
,
and
the
manner
of
the
new
loan
connected
with
railway
development
,
and
the
colonization
of
vast
tracts
of
land
in
one
great
financial
scheme
.
And
his
French
friends
would
remark
that
evidently
this
little
fellow
Decoud
connaissait
la
question
a
fond
.
An
important
Parisian
review
asked
him
for
an
article
on
the
situation
.
It
was
composed
in
a
serious
tone
and
in
a
spirit
of
levity
.
Afterwards
he
asked
one
of
his
intimates
--
"
Have
you
read
my
thing
about
the
regeneration
of
Costaguana
--
une
bonne
blague
,
hein
?
"
He
imagined
himself
Parisian
to
the
tips
of
his
fingers
.
But
far
from
being
that
he
was
in
danger
of
remaining
a
sort
of
nondescript
dilettante
all
his
life
.
He
had
pushed
the
habit
of
universal
raillery
to
a
point
where
it
blinded
him
to
the
genuine
impulses
of
his
own
nature
.
To
be
suddenly
selected
for
the
executive
member
of
the
patriotic
small-arms
committee
of
Sulaco
seemed
to
him
the
height
of
the
unexpected
,
one
of
those
fantastic
moves
of
which
only
his
"
dear
countrymen
"
were
capable
.
