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With
a
touch
of
penetrating
tenderness
in
his
voice
he
assured
her
that
his
only
aspiration
was
to
a
felicity
so
high
that
it
seemed
almost
unrealizable
on
this
earth
.
She
coloured
invisibly
,
with
a
warmth
against
which
the
breeze
from
the
sierra
seemed
to
have
lost
its
cooling
power
in
the
sudden
melting
of
the
snows
.
His
whisper
could
not
have
carried
so
far
,
though
there
was
enough
ardour
in
his
tone
to
melt
a
heart
of
ice
.
Antonia
turned
away
abruptly
,
as
if
to
carry
his
whispered
assurance
into
the
room
behind
,
full
of
light
,
noisy
with
voices
.
The
tide
of
political
speculation
was
beating
high
within
the
four
walls
of
the
great
sala
,
as
if
driven
beyond
the
marks
by
a
great
gust
of
hope
.
Don
Juste
's
fan-shaped
beard
was
still
the
centre
of
loud
and
animated
discussions
.
There
was
a
self-confident
ring
in
all
the
voices
.
Even
the
few
Europeans
around
Charles
Gould
--
a
Dane
,
a
couple
of
Frenchmen
,
a
discreet
fat
German
,
smiling
,
with
down-cast
eyes
,
the
representatives
of
those
material
interests
that
had
got
a
footing
in
Sulaco
under
the
protecting
might
of
the
San
Tome
mine
--
had
infused
a
lot
of
good
humour
into
their
deference
.
Charles
Gould
,
to
whom
they
were
paying
their
court
,
was
the
visible
sign
of
the
stability
that
could
be
achieved
on
the
shifting
ground
of
revolutions
.
They
felt
hopeful
about
their
various
undertakings
.
One
of
the
two
Frenchmen
,
small
,
black
,
with
glittering
eyes
lost
in
an
immense
growth
of
bushy
beard
,
waved
his
tiny
brown
hands
and
delicate
wrists
.
He
had
been
travelling
in
the
interior
of
the
province
for
a
syndicate
of
European
capitalists
.
His
forcible
"
Monsieur
l'
Administrateur
"
returning
every
minute
shrilled
above
the
steady
hum
of
conversations
.
He
was
relating
his
discoveries
.
He
was
ecstatic
.
Charles
Gould
glanced
down
at
him
courteously
.
At
a
given
moment
of
these
necessary
receptions
it
was
Mrs.
Gould
's
habit
to
withdraw
quietly
into
a
little
drawing-room
,
especially
her
own
,
next
to
the
great
sala
.
She
had
risen
,
and
,
waiting
for
Antonia
,
listened
with
a
slightly
worried
graciousness
to
the
engineer-in-chief
of
the
railway
,
who
stooped
over
her
,
relating
slowly
,
without
the
slightest
gesture
,
something
apparently
amusing
,
for
his
eyes
had
a
humorous
twinkle
.
Antonia
,
before
she
advanced
into
the
room
to
join
Mrs.
Gould
,
turned
her
head
over
her
shoulder
towards
Decoud
,
only
for
a
moment
.
"
Why
should
any
one
of
us
think
his
aspirations
unrealizable
?
"
she
said
,
rapidly
.
"
I
am
going
to
cling
to
mine
to
the
end
,
Antonia
,
"
he
answered
,
through
clenched
teeth
,
then
bowed
very
low
,
a
little
distantly
.
The
engineer-in-chief
had
not
finished
telling
his
amusing
story
.
The
humours
of
railway
building
in
South
America
appealed
to
his
keen
appreciation
of
the
absurd
,
and
he
told
his
instances
of
ignorant
prejudice
and
as
ignorant
cunning
very
well
.
Now
,
Mrs.
Gould
gave
him
all
her
attention
as
he
walked
by
her
side
escorting
the
ladies
out
of
the
room
.
Finally
all
three
passed
unnoticed
through
the
glass
doors
in
the
gallery
.
Only
a
tall
priest
stalking
silently
in
the
noise
of
the
sala
checked
himself
to
look
after
them
.
Father
Corbelan
,
whom
Decoud
had
seen
from
the
balcony
turning
into
the
gateway
of
the
Casa
Gould
,
had
addressed
no
one
since
coming
in
.
The
long
,
skimpy
soutane
accentuated
the
tallness
of
his
stature
;
he
carried
his
powerful
torso
thrown
forward
;
and
the
straight
,
black
bar
of
his
joined
eyebrows
,
the
pugnacious
outline
of
the
bony
face
,
the
white
spot
of
a
scar
on
the
bluish
shaven
cheeks
(
a
testimonial
to
his
apostolic
zeal
from
a
party
of
unconverted
Indians
)
,
suggested
something
unlawful
behind
his
priesthood
,
the
idea
of
a
chaplain
of
bandits
.
He
separated
his
bony
,
knotted
hands
clasped
behind
his
back
,
to
shake
his
finger
at
Martin
.
