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"
"
What
Antonia
?
"
asked
the
Costaguana
boulevardier
,
in
a
vexed
and
disdainful
tone
.
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
spun
round
on
his
heel
.
His
sister
called
out
after
him
joyously
--
"
The
Antonia
you
used
to
know
when
she
wore
her
hair
in
two
plaits
down
her
back
.
"
He
had
known
her
some
eight
years
since
,
shortly
before
the
Avellanos
had
left
Europe
for
good
,
as
a
tall
girl
of
sixteen
,
youthfully
austere
,
and
of
a
character
already
so
formed
that
she
ventured
to
treat
slightingly
his
pose
of
disabused
wisdom
.
On
one
occasion
,
as
though
she
had
lost
all
patience
,
she
flew
out
at
him
about
the
aimlessness
of
his
life
and
the
levity
of
his
opinions
.
He
was
twenty
then
,
an
only
son
,
spoiled
by
his
adoring
family
.
This
attack
disconcerted
him
so
greatly
that
he
had
faltered
in
his
affectation
of
amused
superiority
before
that
insignificant
chit
of
a
school-girl
.
But
the
impression
left
was
so
strong
that
ever
since
all
the
girl
friends
of
his
sisters
recalled
to
him
Antonia
Avellanos
by
some
faint
resemblance
,
or
by
the
great
force
of
contrast
.
It
was
,
he
told
himself
,
like
a
ridiculous
fatality
.
And
,
of
course
,
in
the
news
the
Decouds
received
regularly
from
Costaguana
,
the
name
of
their
friends
,
the
Avellanos
,
cropped
up
frequently
--
the
arrest
and
the
abominable
treatment
of
the
ex-Minister
,
the
dangers
and
hardships
endured
by
the
family
,
its
withdrawal
in
poverty
to
Sulaco
,
the
death
of
the
mother
.
The
Monterist
pronunciamento
had
taken
place
before
Martin
Decoud
reached
Costaguana
.
He
came
out
in
a
roundabout
way
,
through
Magellan
's
Straits
by
the
main
line
and
the
West
Coast
Service
of
the
O.S.N.
Company
.
His
precious
consignment
arrived
just
in
time
to
convert
the
first
feelings
of
consternation
into
a
mood
of
hope
and
resolution
.
Publicly
he
was
made
much
of
by
the
familias
principales
.
Privately
Don
Jose
,
still
shaken
and
weak
,
embraced
him
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
You
have
come
out
yourself
!
No
less
could
be
expected
from
a
Decoud
.
Alas
!
our
worst
fears
have
been
realized
,
"
he
moaned
,
affectionately
.
And
again
he
hugged
his
god-son
.
This
was
indeed
the
time
for
men
of
intellect
and
conscience
to
rally
round
the
endangered
cause
.
It
was
then
that
Martin
Decoud
,
the
adopted
child
of
Western
Europe
,
felt
the
absolute
change
of
atmosphere
.
He
submitted
to
being
embraced
and
talked
to
without
a
word
.
He
was
moved
in
spite
of
himself
by
that
note
of
passion
and
sorrow
unknown
on
the
more
refined
stage
of
European
politics
.
But
when
the
tall
Antonia
,
advancing
with
her
light
step
in
the
dimness
of
the
big
bare
Sala
of
the
Avellanos
house
,
offered
him
her
hand
(
in
her
emancipated
way
)
,
and
murmured
,
"
I
am
glad
to
see
you
here
,
Don
Martin
,
"
he
felt
how
impossible
it
would
be
to
tell
these
two
people
that
he
had
intended
to
go
away
by
the
next
month
's
packet
.
Don
Jose
,
meantime
,
continued
his
praises
.
Every
accession
added
to
public
confidence
,
and
,
besides
,
what
an
example
to
the
young
men
at
home
from
the
brilliant
defender
of
the
country
's
regeneration
,
the
worthy
expounder
of
the
party
's
political
faith
before
the
world
!
Everybody
had
read
the
magnificent
article
in
the
famous
Parisian
Review
.
The
world
was
now
informed
:
and
the
author
's
appearance
at
this
moment
was
like
a
public
act
of
faith
.
Young
Decoud
felt
overcome
by
a
feeling
of
impatient
confusion
.
His
plan
had
been
to
return
by
way
of
the
United
States
through
California
,
visit
Yellowstone
Park
,
see
Chicago
,
Niagara
,
have
a
look
at
Canada
,
perhaps
make
a
short
stay
in
New
York
,
a
longer
one
in
Newport
,
use
his
letters
of
introduction
.
The
pressure
of
Antonia
's
hand
was
so
frank
,
the
tone
of
her
voice
was
so
unexpectedly
unchanged
in
its
approving
warmth
,
that
all
he
found
to
say
after
his
low
bow
was
--
"
I
am
inexpressibly
grateful
for
your
welcome
;
but
why
need
a
man
be
thanked
for
returning
to
his
native
country
?
I
am
sure
Dona
Antonia
does
not
think
so
.
"
