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The
general
made
a
movement
of
impatience
;
the
other
went
on
talking
to
him
insistently
,
with
an
air
of
respect
.
The
horses
of
the
Staff
had
been
embarked
,
the
steamer
's
gig
was
awaiting
the
general
at
the
boat
steps
;
and
Barrios
,
after
a
fierce
stare
of
his
one
eye
,
began
to
take
leave
.
Don
Jose
roused
himself
for
an
appropriate
phrase
pronounced
mechanically
.
The
terrible
strain
of
hope
and
fear
was
telling
on
him
,
and
he
seemed
to
husband
the
last
sparks
of
his
fire
for
those
oratorical
efforts
of
which
even
the
distant
Europe
was
to
hear
.
Antonia
,
her
red
lips
firmly
closed
,
averted
her
head
behind
the
raised
fan
;
and
young
Decoud
,
though
he
felt
the
girl
's
eyes
upon
him
,
gazed
away
persistently
,
hooked
on
his
elbow
,
with
a
scornful
and
complete
detachment
.
Mrs.
Gould
heroically
concealed
her
dismay
at
the
appearance
of
men
and
events
so
remote
from
her
racial
conventions
,
dismay
too
deep
to
be
uttered
in
words
even
to
her
husband
.
She
understood
his
voiceless
reserve
better
now
.
Their
confidential
intercourse
fell
,
not
in
moments
of
privacy
,
but
precisely
in
public
,
when
the
quick
meeting
of
their
glances
would
comment
upon
some
fresh
turn
of
events
.
She
had
gone
to
his
school
of
uncompromising
silence
,
the
only
one
possible
,
since
so
much
that
seemed
shocking
,
weird
,
and
grotesque
in
the
working
out
of
their
purposes
had
to
be
accepted
as
normal
in
this
country
.
Decidedly
,
the
stately
Antonia
looked
more
mature
and
infinitely
calm
;
but
she
would
never
have
known
how
to
reconcile
the
sudden
sinkings
of
her
heart
with
an
amiable
mobility
of
expression
.
Mrs.
Gould
smiled
a
good-bye
at
Barrios
,
nodded
round
to
the
Europeans
(
who
raised
their
hats
simultaneously
)
with
an
engaging
invitation
,
"
I
hope
to
see
you
all
presently
,
at
home
"
;
then
said
nervously
to
Decoud
,
"
Get
in
,
Don
Martin
,
"
and
heard
him
mutter
to
himself
in
French
,
as
he
opened
the
carriage
door
,
"
Le
sort
en
est
jete
.
"
She
heard
him
with
a
sort
of
exasperation
.
Nobody
ought
to
have
known
better
than
himself
that
the
first
cast
of
dice
had
been
already
thrown
long
ago
in
a
most
desperate
game
.
Distant
acclamations
,
words
of
command
yelled
out
,
and
a
roll
of
drums
on
the
jetty
greeted
the
departing
general
.
Something
like
a
slight
faintness
came
over
her
,
and
she
looked
blankly
at
Antonia
's
still
face
,
wondering
what
would
happen
to
Charley
if
that
absurd
man
failed
.
"
A
la
casa
,
Ignacio
,
"
she
cried
at
the
motionless
broad
back
of
the
coachman
,
who
gathered
the
reins
without
haste
,
mumbling
to
himself
under
his
breath
,
"
Si
,
la
casa
.
Si
,
si
nina
.
"
The
carriage
rolled
noiselessly
on
the
soft
track
,
the
shadows
fell
long
on
the
dusty
little
plain
interspersed
with
dark
bushes
,
mounds
of
turned-up
earth
,
low
wooden
buildings
with
iron
roofs
of
the
Railway
Company
;
the
sparse
row
of
telegraph
poles
strode
obliquely
clear
of
the
town
,
bearing
a
single
,
almost
invisible
wire
far
into
the
great
campo
--
like
a
slender
,
vibrating
feeler
of
that
progress
waiting
outside
for
a
moment
of
peace
to
enter
and
twine
itself
about
the
weary
heart
of
the
land
.
The
cafe
window
of
the
Albergo
d'ltalia
Una
was
full
of
sunburnt
,
whiskered
faces
of
railway
men
.
But
at
the
other
end
of
the
house
,
the
end
of
the
Signori
Inglesi
,
old
Giorgio
,
at
the
door
with
one
of
his
girls
on
each
side
,
bared
his
bushy
head
,
as
white
as
the
snows
of
Higuerota
.
Mrs.
Gould
stopped
the
carriage
.
She
seldom
failed
to
speak
to
her
protege
;
moreover
,
the
excitement
,
the
heat
,
and
the
dust
had
made
her
thirsty
.
She
asked
for
a
glass
of
water
.
Giorgio
sent
the
children
indoors
for
it
,
and
approached
with
pleasure
expressed
in
his
whole
rugged
countenance
.
It
was
not
often
that
he
had
occasion
to
see
his
benefactress
,
who
was
also
an
Englishwoman
--
another
title
to
his
regard
.
He
offered
some
excuses
for
his
wife
.
It
was
a
bad
day
with
her
;
her
oppressions
--
he
tapped
his
own
broad
chest
.
She
could
not
move
from
her
chair
that
day
.
Decoud
,
ensconced
in
the
corner
of
his
seat
,
observed
gloomily
Mrs.
Gould
's
old
revolutionist
,
then
,
offhand
--
"
Well
,
and
what
do
you
think
of
it
all
,
Garibaldino
?
"
Old
Giorgio
,
looking
at
him
with
some
curiosity
,
said
civilly
that
the
troops
had
marched
very
well
.
One-eyed
Barrios
and
his
officers
had
done
wonders
with
the
recruits
in
a
short
time
.
Those
Indios
,
only
caught
the
other
day
,
had
gone
swinging
past
in
double
quick
time
,
like
bersaglieri
;
they
looked
well
fed
,
too
,
and
had
whole
uniforms
.
"
Uniforms
!
"
he
repeated
with
a
half-smile
of
pity
.
A
look
of
grim
retrospect
stole
over
his
piercing
,
steady
eyes
.
It
had
been
otherwise
in
his
time
when
men
fought
against
tyranny
,
in
the
forests
of
Brazil
,
or
on
the
plains
of
Uruguay
,
starving
on
half-raw
beef
without
salt
,
half
naked
,
with
often
only
a
knife
tied
to
a
stick
for
a
weapon
.
"
And
yet
we
used
to
prevail
against
the
oppressor
,
"
he
concluded
,
proudly
.
His
animation
fell
;
the
slight
gesture
of
his
hand
expressed
discouragement
;
but
he
added
that
he
had
asked
one
of
the
sergeants
to
show
him
the
new
rifle
.
There
was
no
such
weapon
in
his
fighting
days
;
and
if
Barrios
could
not
--
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
broke
in
Don
Jose
,
almost
trembling
with
eagerness
.
"
We
are
safe
.
The
good
Senor
Viola
is
a
man
of
experience
.
Extremely
deadly
--
is
it
not
so
?
You
have
accomplished
your
mission
admirably
,
my
dear
Martin
.
"
