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"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
he
said
.
"
Of
course
you
know
.
You
know
everything
.
You
read
all
the
correspondence
,
you
write
all
the
papers
--
all
those
State
papers
that
are
inspired
here
,
in
this
room
,
in
blind
deference
to
a
theory
of
political
purity
.
Had
n't
you
Charles
Gould
before
your
eyes
?
Rey
de
Sulaco
!
He
and
his
mine
are
the
practical
demonstration
of
what
could
have
been
done
.
Do
you
think
he
succeeded
by
his
fidelity
to
a
theory
of
virtue
?
And
all
those
railway
people
,
with
their
honest
work
!
Of
course
,
their
work
is
honest
!
But
what
if
you
can
not
work
honestly
till
the
thieves
are
satisfied
?
Could
he
not
,
a
gentleman
,
have
told
this
Sir
John
what
's
-
his-name
that
Montero
had
to
be
bought
off
--
he
and
all
his
Negro
Liberals
hanging
on
to
his
gold-laced
sleeve
?
He
ought
to
have
been
bought
off
with
his
own
stupid
weight
of
gold
--
his
weight
of
gold
,
I
tell
you
,
boots
,
sabre
,
spurs
,
cocked
hat
,
and
all
.
"
She
shook
her
head
slightly
.
"
It
was
impossible
,
"
she
murmured
.
"
He
wanted
the
whole
lot
?
What
?
"
She
was
facing
him
now
in
the
deep
recess
of
the
window
,
very
close
and
motionless
.
Her
lips
moved
rapidly
.
Decoud
,
leaning
his
back
against
the
wall
,
listened
with
crossed
arms
and
lowered
eyelids
.
He
drank
the
tones
of
her
even
voice
,
and
watched
the
agitated
life
of
her
throat
,
as
if
waves
of
emotion
had
run
from
her
heart
to
pass
out
into
the
air
in
her
reasonable
words
.
He
also
had
his
aspirations
,
he
aspired
to
carry
her
away
out
of
these
deadly
futilities
of
pronunciamientos
and
reforms
.
All
this
was
wrong
--
utterly
wrong
;
but
she
fascinated
him
,
and
sometimes
the
sheer
sagacity
of
a
phrase
would
break
the
charm
,
replace
the
fascination
by
a
sudden
unwilling
thrill
of
interest
.
Some
women
hovered
,
as
it
were
,
on
the
threshold
of
genius
,
he
reflected
.
They
did
not
want
to
know
,
or
think
,
or
understand
.
Passion
stood
for
all
that
,
and
he
was
ready
to
believe
that
some
startlingly
profound
remark
,
some
appreciation
of
character
,
or
a
judgment
upon
an
event
,
bordered
on
the
miraculous
.
In
the
mature
Antonia
he
could
see
with
an
extraordinary
vividness
the
austere
schoolgirl
of
the
earlier
days
.
She
seduced
his
attention
;
sometimes
he
could
not
restrain
a
murmur
of
assent
;
now
and
then
he
advanced
an
objection
quite
seriously
.
Gradually
they
began
to
argue
;
the
curtain
half
hid
them
from
the
people
in
the
sala
.
Outside
it
had
grown
dark
.
From
the
deep
trench
of
shadow
between
the
houses
,
lit
up
vaguely
by
the
glimmer
of
street
lamps
,
ascended
the
evening
silence
of
Sulaco
;
the
silence
of
a
town
with
few
carriages
,
of
unshod
horses
,
and
a
softly
sandalled
population
.
The
windows
of
the
Casa
Gould
flung
their
shining
parallelograms
upon
the
house
of
the
Avellanos
.
Now
and
then
a
shuffle
of
feet
passed
below
with
the
pulsating
red
glow
of
a
cigarette
at
the
foot
of
the
walls
;
and
the
night
air
,
as
if
cooled
by
the
snows
of
Higuerota
,
refreshed
their
faces
.
"
We
Occidentals
,
"
said
Martin
Decoud
,
using
the
usual
term
the
provincials
of
Sulaco
applied
to
themselves
,
"
have
been
always
distinct
and
separated
.
As
long
as
we
hold
Cayta
nothing
can
reach
us
.
In
all
our
troubles
no
army
has
marched
over
those
mountains
.
A
revolution
in
the
central
provinces
isolates
us
at
once
.
Look
how
complete
it
is
now
!
The
news
of
Barrios
'
movement
will
be
cabled
to
the
United
States
,
and
only
in
that
way
will
it
reach
Sta
.
Marta
by
the
cable
from
the
other
seaboard
.
We
have
the
greatest
riches
,
the
greatest
fertility
,
the
purest
blood
in
our
great
families
,
the
most
laborious
population
.
The
Occidental
Province
should
stand
alone
.
The
early
Federalism
was
not
bad
for
us
.
Then
came
this
union
which
Don
Henrique
Gould
resisted
.
It
opened
the
road
to
tyranny
;
and
,
ever
since
,
the
rest
of
Costaguana
hangs
like
a
millstone
round
our
necks
.
The
Occidental
territory
is
large
enough
to
make
any
man
's
country
.
Look
at
the
mountains
!
Nature
itself
seems
to
cry
to
us
,
'
Separate
!
"'
She
made
an
energetic
gesture
of
negation
.
A
silence
fell
.
