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In
the
carriage
Martin
Decoud
,
shifting
his
position
as
though
he
could
not
make
himself
comfortable
,
muttered
as
he
swayed
towards
Antonia
,
"
I
suppose
you
hate
me
.
"
Then
in
a
loud
voice
he
began
to
congratulate
Don
Jose
upon
all
the
engineers
being
convinced
Ribierists
.
The
interest
of
all
those
foreigners
was
gratifying
.
"
You
have
heard
this
one
.
He
is
an
enlightened
well-wisher
.
It
is
pleasant
to
think
that
the
prosperity
of
Costaguana
is
of
some
use
to
the
world
.
"
"
He
is
very
young
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
remarked
,
quietly
.
"
And
so
very
wise
for
his
age
,
"
retorted
Decoud
.
"
But
here
we
have
the
naked
truth
from
the
mouth
of
that
child
.
You
are
right
,
Don
Jose
.
The
natural
treasures
of
Costaguana
are
of
importance
to
the
progressive
Europe
represented
by
this
youth
,
just
as
three
hundred
years
ago
the
wealth
of
our
Spanish
fathers
was
a
serious
object
to
the
rest
of
Europe
--
as
represented
by
the
bold
buccaneers
.
There
is
a
curse
of
futility
upon
our
character
:
Don
Quixote
and
Sancho
Panza
,
chivalry
and
materialism
,
high-sounding
sentiments
and
a
supine
morality
,
violent
efforts
for
an
idea
and
a
sullen
acquiescence
in
every
form
of
corruption
.
We
convulsed
a
continent
for
our
independence
only
to
become
the
passive
prey
of
a
democratic
parody
,
the
helpless
victims
of
scoundrels
and
cut-throats
,
our
institutions
a
mockery
,
our
laws
a
farce
--
a
Guzman
Bento
our
master
!
And
we
have
sunk
so
low
that
when
a
man
like
you
has
awakened
our
conscience
,
a
stupid
barbarian
of
a
Montero
--
Great
Heavens
!
a
Montero
!
--
becomes
a
deadly
danger
,
and
an
ignorant
,
boastful
Indio
,
like
Barrios
,
is
our
defender
.
"
But
Don
Jose
,
disregarding
the
general
indictment
as
though
he
had
not
heard
a
word
of
it
,
took
up
the
defence
of
Barrios
.
The
man
was
competent
enough
for
his
special
task
in
the
plan
of
campaign
.
It
consisted
in
an
offensive
movement
,
with
Cayta
as
base
,
upon
the
flank
of
the
Revolutionist
forces
advancing
from
the
south
against
Sta
.
Marta
,
which
was
covered
by
another
army
with
the
President-Dictator
in
its
midst
.
Don
Jose
became
quite
animated
with
a
great
flow
of
speech
,
bending
forward
anxiously
under
the
steady
eyes
of
his
daughter
.
Decoud
,
as
if
silenced
by
so
much
ardour
,
did
not
make
a
sound
.
The
bells
of
the
city
were
striking
the
hour
of
Oracion
when
the
carriage
rolled
under
the
old
gateway
facing
the
harbour
like
a
shapeless
monument
of
leaves
and
stones
.
The
rumble
of
wheels
under
the
sonorous
arch
was
traversed
by
a
strange
,
piercing
shriek
,
and
Decoud
,
from
his
back
seat
,
had
a
view
of
the
people
behind
the
carriage
trudging
along
the
road
outside
,
all
turning
their
heads
,
in
sombreros
and
rebozos
,
to
look
at
a
locomotive
which
rolled
quickly
out
of
sight
behind
Giorgio
Viola
's
house
,
under
a
white
trail
of
steam
that
seemed
to
vanish
in
the
breathless
,
hysterically
prolonged
scream
of
warlike
triumph
.
And
it
was
all
like
a
fleeting
vision
,
the
shrieking
ghost
of
a
railway
engine
fleeing
across
the
frame
of
the
archway
,
behind
the
startled
movement
of
the
people
streaming
back
from
a
military
spectacle
with
silent
footsteps
on
the
dust
of
the
road
.
It
was
a
material
train
returning
from
the
Campo
to
the
palisaded
yards
.
The
empty
cars
rolled
lightly
on
the
single
track
;
there
was
no
rumble
of
wheels
,
no
tremor
of
the
ground
The
engine-driver
,
running
past
the
Casa
Viola
with
the
salute
of
an
uplifted
arm
,
checked
his
speed
smartly
before
entering
the
yard
;
and
when
the
ear-splitting
screech
of
the
steam-whistle
for
the
brakes
had
stopped
,
a
series
of
hard
,
battering
shocks
,
mingled
with
the
clanking
of
chain-couplings
,
made
a
tumult
of
blows
and
shaken
fetters
under
the
vault
of
the
gate
.
THE
Gould
carriage
was
the
first
to
return
from
the
harbour
to
the
empty
town
.
On
the
ancient
pavement
,
laid
out
in
patterns
,
sunk
into
ruts
and
holes
,
the
portly
Ignacio
,
mindful
of
the
springs
of
the
Parisian-built
landau
,
had
pulled
up
to
a
walk
,
and
Decoud
in
his
corner
contemplated
moodily
the
inner
aspect
of
the
gate
.
The
squat
turreted
sides
held
up
between
them
a
mass
of
masonry
with
bunches
of
grass
growing
at
the
top
,
and
a
grey
,
heavily
scrolled
,
armorial
shield
of
stone
above
the
apex
of
the
arch
with
the
arms
of
Spain
nearly
smoothed
out
as
if
in
readiness
for
some
new
device
typical
of
the
impending
progress
.
The
explosive
noise
of
the
railway
trucks
seemed
to
augment
Decoud
's
irritation
.
He
muttered
something
to
himself
,
then
began
to
talk
aloud
in
curt
,
angry
phrases
thrown
at
the
silence
of
the
two
women
.
They
did
not
look
at
him
at
all
;
while
Don
Jose
,
with
his
semi-translucent
,
waxy
complexion
,
overshadowed
by
the
soft
grey
hat
,
swayed
a
little
to
the
jolts
of
the
carriage
by
the
side
of
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
This
sound
puts
a
new
edge
on
a
very
old
truth
.
"
