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Decoud
,
lolling
back
moodily
,
contemplated
old
Viola
.
"
Ah
!
Yes
.
A
man
of
experience
.
But
who
are
you
for
,
really
,
in
your
heart
?
"
Mrs.
Gould
leaned
over
to
the
children
.
Linda
had
brought
out
a
glass
of
water
on
a
tray
,
with
extreme
care
;
Giselle
presented
her
with
a
bunch
of
flowers
gathered
hastily
.
"
For
the
people
,
"
declared
old
Viola
,
sternly
.
"
We
are
all
for
the
people
--
in
the
end
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
muttered
old
Viola
,
savagely
.
"
And
meantime
they
fight
for
you
.
Blind
.
Esclavos
!
"
At
that
moment
young
Scarfe
of
the
railway
staff
emerged
from
the
door
of
the
part
reserved
for
the
Signori
Inglesi
.
He
had
come
down
to
headquarters
from
somewhere
up
the
line
on
a
light
engine
,
and
had
had
just
time
to
get
a
bath
and
change
his
clothes
.
He
was
a
nice
boy
,
and
Mrs.
Gould
welcomed
him
.
"
It
's
a
delightful
surprise
to
see
you
,
Mrs.
Gould
.
I
've
just
come
down
.
Usual
luck
.
Missed
everything
,
of
course
.
This
show
is
just
over
,
and
I
hear
there
has
been
a
great
dance
at
Don
Juste
Lopez
's
last
night
.
Is
it
true
?
"
"
The
young
patricians
,
"
Decoud
began
suddenly
in
his
precise
English
,
"
have
indeed
been
dancing
before
they
started
off
to
the
war
with
the
Great
Pompey
.
"
