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"
A
sort
of
Frenchman
--
godless
--
a
materialist
,
"
he
pronounced
slowly
,
as
if
weighing
the
terms
of
a
careful
analysis
.
"
Neither
the
son
of
his
own
country
nor
of
any
other
,
"
he
continued
,
thoughtfully
.
"
Scarcely
human
,
in
fact
,
"
Decoud
commented
under
his
breath
,
his
head
at
rest
against
the
wall
,
his
eyes
gazing
up
at
the
ceiling
.
"
The
victim
of
this
faithless
age
,
"
Father
Corbelan
resumed
in
a
deep
but
subdued
voice
.
"
But
of
some
use
as
a
journalist
.
"
Decoud
changed
his
pose
and
spoke
in
a
more
animated
tone
.
"
Has
your
worship
neglected
to
read
the
last
number
of
the
Porvenir
?
I
assure
you
it
is
just
like
the
others
.
On
the
general
policy
it
continues
to
call
Montero
a
gran
'
bestia
,
and
stigmatize
his
brother
,
the
guerrillero
,
for
a
combination
of
lackey
and
spy
.
What
could
be
more
effective
?
In
local
affairs
it
urges
the
Provincial
Government
to
enlist
bodily
into
the
national
army
the
band
of
Hernandez
the
Robber
--
who
is
apparently
the
protege
of
the
Church
--
or
at
least
of
the
Grand
Vicar
.
Nothing
could
be
more
sound
.
"
The
priest
nodded
and
turned
on
the
heels
of
his
square-toed
shoes
with
big
steel
buckles
.
Again
,
with
his
hands
clasped
behind
his
back
,
he
paced
to
and
fro
,
planting
his
feet
firmly
.
When
he
swung
about
,
the
skirt
of
his
soutane
was
inflated
slightly
by
the
brusqueness
of
his
movements
.
The
great
sala
had
been
emptying
itself
slowly
.
When
the
Gefe
Politico
rose
to
go
,
most
of
those
still
remaining
stood
up
suddenly
in
sign
of
respect
,
and
Don
Jose
Avellanos
stopped
the
rocking
of
his
chair
.
But
the
good-natured
First
Official
made
a
deprecatory
gesture
,
waved
his
hand
to
Charles
Gould
,
and
went
out
discreetly
.
In
the
comparative
peace
of
the
room
the
screaming
"
Monsieur
l'Administrateur
"
of
the
frail
,
hairy
Frenchman
seemed
to
acquire
a
preternatural
shrillness
.
The
explorer
of
the
Capitalist
syndicate
was
still
enthusiastic
.
"
Ten
million
dollars
'
worth
of
copper
practically
in
sight
,
Monsieur
l'Administrateur
.
Ten
millions
in
sight
!
And
a
railway
coming
--
a
railway
!
They
will
never
believe
my
report
.
C'est
trop
beau
.
"
He
fell
a
prey
to
a
screaming
ecstasy
,
in
the
midst
of
sagely
nodding
heads
,
before
Charles
Gould
's
imperturbable
calm
.
And
only
the
priest
continued
his
pacing
,
flinging
round
the
skirt
of
his
soutane
at
each
end
of
his
beat
.
Decoud
murmured
to
him
ironically
:
"
Those
gentlemen
talk
about
their
gods
.
"
Father
Corbelan
stopped
short
,
looked
at
the
journalist
of
Sulaco
fixedly
for
a
moment
,
shrugged
his
shoulders
slightly
,
and
resumed
his
plodding
walk
of
an
obstinate
traveller
.
