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Don
Jose
had
raised
his
voice
.
He
rubbed
his
hands
cheerily
.
The
excellent
aspect
of
the
troops
and
the
great
quantity
of
new
deadly
rifles
on
the
shoulders
of
those
brave
men
seemed
to
fill
him
with
an
ecstatic
confidence
.
Charles
Gould
,
very
tall
and
thin
before
his
chair
,
listened
,
but
nothing
could
be
discovered
in
his
face
except
a
kind
and
deferential
attention
.
Meantime
,
Antonia
had
risen
,
and
,
crossing
the
room
,
stood
looking
out
of
one
of
the
three
long
windows
giving
on
the
street
.
Decoud
followed
her
.
The
window
was
thrown
open
,
and
he
leaned
against
the
thickness
of
the
wall
.
The
long
folds
of
the
damask
curtain
,
falling
straight
from
the
broad
brass
cornice
,
hid
him
partly
from
the
room
.
He
folded
his
arms
on
his
breast
,
and
looked
steadily
at
Antonia
's
profile
.
The
people
returning
from
the
harbour
filled
the
pavements
;
the
shuffle
of
sandals
and
a
low
murmur
of
voices
ascended
to
the
window
.
Now
and
then
a
coach
rolled
slowly
along
the
disjointed
roadway
of
the
Calle
de
la
Constitucion
.
There
were
not
many
private
carriages
in
Sulaco
;
at
the
most
crowded
hour
on
the
Alameda
they
could
be
counted
with
one
glance
of
the
eye
.
The
great
family
arks
swayed
on
high
leathern
springs
,
full
of
pretty
powdered
faces
in
which
the
eyes
looked
intensely
alive
and
black
.
And
first
Don
Juste
Lopez
,
the
President
of
the
Provincial
Assembly
,
passed
with
his
three
lovely
daughters
,
solemn
in
a
black
frock-coat
and
stiff
white
tie
,
as
when
directing
a
debate
from
a
high
tribune
.
Though
they
all
raised
their
eyes
,
Antonia
did
not
make
the
usual
greeting
gesture
of
a
fluttered
hand
,
and
they
affected
not
to
see
the
two
young
people
,
Costaguaneros
with
European
manners
,
whose
eccentricities
were
discussed
behind
the
barred
windows
of
the
first
families
in
Sulaco
.
And
then
the
widowed
Senora
Gavilaso
de
Valdes
rolled
by
,
handsome
and
dignified
,
in
a
great
machine
in
which
she
used
to
travel
to
and
from
her
country
house
,
surrounded
by
an
armed
retinue
in
leather
suits
and
big
sombreros
,
with
carbines
at
the
bows
of
their
saddles
.
She
was
a
woman
of
most
distinguished
family
,
proud
,
rich
,
and
kind-hearted
.
Her
second
son
,
Jaime
,
had
just
gone
off
on
the
Staff
of
Barrios
.
The
eldest
,
a
worthless
fellow
of
a
moody
disposition
,
filled
Sulaco
with
the
noise
of
his
dissipations
,
and
gambled
heavily
at
the
club
.
The
two
youngest
boys
,
with
yellow
Ribierist
cockades
in
their
caps
,
sat
on
the
front
seat
.
She
,
too
,
affected
not
to
see
the
Senor
Decoud
talking
publicly
with
Antonia
in
defiance
of
every
convention
.
And
he
not
even
her
novio
as
far
as
the
world
knew
!
Though
,
even
in
that
case
,
it
would
have
been
scandal
enough
.
But
the
dignified
old
lady
,
respected
and
admired
by
the
first
families
,
would
have
been
still
more
shocked
if
she
could
have
heard
the
words
they
were
exchanging
.
"
Did
you
say
I
lost
sight
of
the
aim
?
I
have
only
one
aim
in
the
world
.
"
She
made
an
almost
imperceptible
negative
movement
of
her
head
,
still
staring
across
the
street
at
the
Avellanos
's
house
,
grey
,
marked
with
decay
,
and
with
iron
bars
like
a
prison
.
"
And
it
would
be
so
easy
of
attainment
,
"
he
continued
,
"
this
aim
which
,
whether
knowingly
or
not
,
I
have
always
had
in
my
heart
--
ever
since
the
day
when
you
snubbed
me
so
horribly
once
in
Paris
,
you
remember
.
"
