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"
Upon
the
whole
,
"
he
continued
,
"
I
suppose
he
expects
something
to
his
advantage
from
it
.
You
must
n't
forget
that
he
does
not
exercise
his
extraordinary
power
over
the
lower
classes
without
a
certain
amount
of
personal
risk
and
without
a
great
profusion
in
spending
his
money
.
One
must
pay
in
some
way
or
other
for
such
a
solid
thing
as
individual
prestige
.
He
told
me
after
we
made
friends
at
a
dance
,
in
a
Posada
kept
by
a
Mexican
just
outside
the
walls
,
that
he
had
come
here
to
make
his
fortune
.
I
suppose
he
looks
upon
his
prestige
as
a
sort
of
investment
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
prizes
it
for
its
own
sake
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
said
in
a
tone
as
if
she
were
repelling
an
undeserved
aspersion
.
"
Viola
,
the
Garibaldino
,
with
whom
he
has
lived
for
some
years
,
calls
him
the
Incorruptible
.
"
"
Ah
!
he
belongs
to
the
group
of
your
proteges
out
there
towards
the
harbour
,
Mrs.
Gould
.
Muy
bien
.
And
Captain
Mitchell
calls
him
wonderful
.
I
have
heard
no
end
of
tales
of
his
strength
,
his
audacity
,
his
fidelity
.
No
end
of
fine
things
.
H
'm
!
incorruptible
!
It
is
indeed
a
name
of
honour
for
the
Capataz
of
the
Cargadores
of
Sulaco
.
Incorruptible
!
Fine
,
but
vague
.
However
,
I
suppose
he
's
sensible
,
too
.
And
I
talked
to
him
upon
that
sane
and
practical
assumption
.
"
"
I
prefer
to
think
him
disinterested
,
and
therefore
trustworthy
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
said
,
with
the
nearest
approach
to
curtness
it
was
in
her
nature
to
assume
.
"
Well
,
if
so
,
then
the
silver
will
be
still
more
safe
.
Let
it
come
down
,
senora
.
Let
it
come
down
,
so
that
it
may
go
north
and
return
to
us
in
the
shape
of
credit
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
glanced
along
the
corredor
towards
the
door
of
her
husband
's
room
.
Decoud
,
watching
her
as
if
she
had
his
fate
in
her
hands
,
detected
an
almost
imperceptible
nod
of
assent
.
He
bowed
with
a
smile
,
and
,
putting
his
hand
into
the
breast
pocket
of
his
coat
,
pulled
out
a
fan
of
light
feathers
set
upon
painted
leaves
of
sandal-wood
.
"
I
had
it
in
my
pocket
,
"
he
murmured
,
triumphantly
,
"
for
a
plausible
pretext
.
"
He
bowed
again
.
"
Good-night
,
senora
.
"
Mrs.
Gould
continued
along
the
corredor
away
from
her
husband
's
room
.
The
fate
of
the
San
Tome
mine
was
lying
heavy
upon
her
heart
.
It
was
a
long
time
now
since
she
had
begun
to
fear
it
.
It
had
been
an
idea
.
She
had
watched
it
with
misgivings
turning
into
a
fetish
,
and
now
the
fetish
had
grown
into
a
monstrous
and
crushing
weight
.
It
was
as
if
the
inspiration
of
their
early
years
had
left
her
heart
to
turn
into
a
wall
of
silver-bricks
,
erected
by
the
silent
work
of
evil
spirits
,
between
her
and
her
husband
He
seemed
to
dwell
alone
within
a
circumvallation
of
precious
metal
,
leaving
her
outside
with
her
school
,
her
hospital
,
the
sick
mothers
and
the
feeble
old
men
,
mere
insignificant
vestiges
of
the
initial
inspiration
.
"
Those
poor
people
!
"
she
murmured
to
herself
.
Below
she
heard
the
voice
of
Martin
Decoud
in
the
patio
speaking
loudly
:
