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"
Certainly
not
,
senor
,
"
she
said
,
with
that
perfectly
calm
openness
of
manner
which
characterized
all
her
utterances
.
"
But
when
he
returns
,
as
you
return
,
one
may
be
glad
--
for
the
sake
of
both
.
"
Martin
Decoud
said
nothing
of
his
plans
.
He
not
only
never
breathed
a
word
of
them
to
any
one
,
but
only
a
fortnight
later
asked
the
mistress
of
the
Casa
Gould
(
where
he
had
of
course
obtained
admission
at
once
)
,
leaning
forward
in
his
chair
with
an
air
of
well-bred
familiarity
,
whether
she
could
not
detect
in
him
that
day
a
marked
change
--
an
air
,
he
explained
,
of
more
excellent
gravity
.
At
this
Mrs.
Gould
turned
her
face
full
towards
him
with
the
silent
inquiry
of
slightly
widened
eyes
and
the
merest
ghost
of
a
smile
,
an
habitual
movement
with
her
,
which
was
very
fascinating
to
men
by
something
subtly
devoted
,
finely
self-forgetful
in
its
lively
readiness
of
attention
.
Because
,
Decoud
continued
imperturbably
,
he
felt
no
longer
an
idle
cumberer
of
the
earth
.
She
was
,
he
assured
her
,
actually
beholding
at
that
moment
the
Journalist
of
Sulaco
.
At
once
Mrs.
Gould
glanced
towards
Antonia
,
posed
upright
in
the
corner
of
a
high
,
straight-backed
Spanish
sofa
,
a
large
black
fan
waving
slowly
against
the
curves
of
her
fine
figure
,
the
tips
of
crossed
feet
peeping
from
under
the
hem
of
the
black
skirt
.
Decoud
's
eyes
also
remained
fixed
there
,
while
in
an
undertone
he
added
that
Miss
Avellanos
was
quite
aware
of
his
new
and
unexpected
vocation
,
which
in
Costaguana
was
generally
the
speciality
of
half-educated
negroes
and
wholly
penniless
lawyers
.
Then
,
confronting
with
a
sort
of
urbane
effrontery
Mrs.
Gould
's
gaze
,
now
turned
sympathetically
upon
himself
,
he
breathed
out
the
words
,
"
Pro
Patria
!
"
What
had
happened
was
that
he
had
all
at
once
yielded
to
Don
Jose
's
pressing
entreaties
to
take
the
direction
of
a
newspaper
that
would
"
voice
the
aspirations
of
the
province
.
"
It
had
been
Don
Jose
's
old
and
cherished
idea
.
The
necessary
plant
(
on
a
modest
scale
)
and
a
large
consignment
of
paper
had
been
received
from
America
some
time
before
;
the
right
man
alone
was
wanted
.
Even
Senor
Moraga
in
Sta
.
Marta
had
not
been
able
to
find
one
,
and
the
matter
was
now
becoming
pressing
;
some
organ
was
absolutely
needed
to
counteract
the
effect
of
the
lies
disseminated
by
the
Monterist
press
:
the
atrocious
calumnies
,
the
appeals
to
the
people
calling
upon
them
to
rise
with
their
knives
in
their
hands
and
put
an
end
once
for
all
to
the
Blancos
,
to
these
Gothic
remnants
,
to
these
sinister
mummies
,
these
impotent
paraliticos
,
who
plotted
with
foreigners
for
the
surrender
of
the
lands
and
the
slavery
of
the
people
.
The
clamour
of
this
Negro
Liberalism
frightened
Senor
Avellanos
.
A
newspaper
was
the
only
remedy
.
And
now
that
the
right
man
had
been
found
in
Decoud
,
great
black
letters
appeared
painted
between
the
windows
above
the
arcaded
ground
floor
of
a
house
on
the
Plaza
It
was
next
to
Anzani
's
great
emporium
of
boots
,
silks
,
ironware
,
muslins
,
wooden
toys
,
tiny
silver
arms
,
legs
,
heads
,
hearts
(
for
ex-voto
offerings
)
,
rosaries
,
champagne
,
women
's
hats
,
patent
medicines
,
even
a
few
dusty
books
in
paper
covers
and
mostly
in
the
French
language
.
The
big
black
letters
formed
the
words
,
"
Offices
of
the
Porvenir
.
"
From
these
offices
a
single
folded
sheet
of
Martin
's
journalism
issued
three
times
a
week
;
and
the
sleek
yellow
Anzani
prowling
in
a
suit
of
ample
black
and
carpet
slippers
,
before
the
many
doors
of
his
establishment
,
greeted
by
a
deep
,
side-long
inclination
of
his
body
the
Journalist
of
Sulaco
going
to
and
fro
on
the
business
of
his
august
calling
.
PERHAPS
it
was
in
the
exercise
of
his
calling
that
he
had
come
to
see
the
troops
depart
.
The
Porvenir
of
the
day
after
next
would
no
doubt
relate
the
event
,
but
its
editor
,
leaning
his
side
against
the
landau
,
seemed
to
look
at
nothing
.
The
front
rank
of
the
company
of
infantry
drawn
up
three
deep
across
the
shore
end
of
the
jetty
when
pressed
too
close
would
bring
their
bayonets
to
the
charge
ferociously
,
with
an
awful
rattle
;
and
then
the
crowd
of
spectators
swayed
back
bodily
,
even
under
the
noses
of
the
big
white
mules
.
Notwithstanding
the
great
multitude
there
was
only
a
low
,
muttering
noise
;
the
dust
hung
in
a
brown
haze
,
in
which
the
horsemen
,
wedged
in
the
throng
here
and
there
,
towered
from
the
hips
upwards
,
gazing
all
one
way
over
the
heads
.
Almost
every
one
of
them
had
mounted
a
friend
,
who
steadied
himself
with
both
hands
grasping
his
shoulders
from
behind
;
and
the
rims
of
their
hats
touching
,
made
like
one
disc
sustaining
the
cones
of
two
pointed
crowns
with
a
double
face
underneath
.
A
hoarse
mozo
would
bawl
out
something
to
an
acquaintance
in
the
ranks
,
or
a
woman
would
shriek
suddenly
the
word
Adios
!
followed
by
the
Christian
name
of
a
man
.
General
Barrios
,
in
a
shabby
blue
tunic
and
white
peg-top
trousers
falling
upon
strange
red
boots
,
kept
his
head
uncovered
and
stooped
slightly
,
propping
himself
up
with
a
thick
stick
.
No
!
He
had
earned
enough
military
glory
to
satiate
any
man
,
he
insisted
to
Mrs.
Gould
,
trying
at
the
same
time
to
put
an
air
of
gallantry
into
his
attitude
.
A
few
jetty
hairs
hung
sparsely
from
his
upper
lip
,
he
had
a
salient
nose
,
a
thin
,
long
jaw
,
and
a
black
silk
patch
over
one
eye
.
His
other
eye
,
small
and
deep-set
,
twinkled
erratically
in
all
directions
,
aimlessly
affable
.
The
few
European
spectators
,
all
men
,
who
had
naturally
drifted
into
the
neighbourhood
of
the
Gould
carriage
,
betrayed
by
the
solemnity
of
their
faces
their
impression
that
the
general
must
have
had
too
much
punch
(
Swedish
punch
,
imported
in
bottles
by
Anzani
)
at
the
Amarilla
Club
before
he
had
started
with
his
Staff
on
a
furious
ride
to
the
harbour
.
But
Mrs.
Gould
bent
forward
,
self-possessed
,
and
declared
her
conviction
that
still
more
glory
awaited
the
general
in
the
near
future
.
