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The
sun
's
rays
,
reflecting
quiveringly
from
the
rippling
sea
upon
his
face
,
and
the
voices
of
the
market-men
woke
"
Beelzebub
"
Blythe
.
He
sat
up
,
blinking
,
and
leaned
his
back
against
the
wall
of
the
market
.
Drawing
a
blighted
silk
handkerchief
from
his
pocket
,
he
assiduously
rubbed
and
burnished
his
glasses
.
And
while
doing
this
he
became
aware
that
his
bedroom
had
been
invaded
,
and
that
polite
brown
and
yellow
men
were
beseeching
him
to
vacate
in
favour
of
their
market
stuff
.
If
the
señor
would
have
the
goodness
--
a
thousand
pardons
for
bringing
to
him
molestation
--
but
soon
would
come
the
compradores
for
the
day
's
provisions
--
surely
they
had
ten
thousand
regrets
at
disturbing
him
!
In
this
manner
they
expanded
to
him
the
intimation
that
he
must
clear
out
and
cease
to
clog
the
wheels
of
trade
.
Blythe
stepped
from
the
platform
with
the
air
of
a
prince
leaving
his
canopied
couch
.
He
never
quite
lost
that
air
,
even
at
the
lowest
point
of
his
fall
.
It
is
clear
that
the
college
of
good
breeding
does
not
necessarily
maintain
a
chair
of
morals
within
its
walls
.
Blythe
shook
out
his
wry
clothing
,
and
moved
slowly
up
the
Calle
Grande
through
the
hot
sand
.
He
moved
without
a
destination
in
his
mind
.
The
little
town
was
languidly
stirring
to
its
daily
life
.
Golden-skinned
babies
tumbled
over
one
another
in
the
grass
.
The
sea
breeze
brought
him
appetite
,
but
nothing
to
satisfy
it
.
Throughout
Coralio
were
its
morning
odors
--
those
from
the
heavily
fragrant
tropical
flowers
and
from
the
bread
baking
in
the
outdoor
ovens
of
clay
and
the
pervading
smoke
of
their
fires
.
Where
the
smoke
cleared
,
the
crystal
air
,
with
some
of
the
efficacy
of
faith
,
seemed
to
remove
the
mountains
almost
to
the
sea
,
bringing
them
so
near
that
one
might
count
the
scarred
glades
on
their
wooded
sides
.
The
light-footed
Caribs
were
swiftly
gliding
to
their
tasks
at
the
waterside
.
Already
along
the
bosky
trails
from
the
banana
groves
files
of
horses
were
slowly
moving
,
concealed
,
except
for
their
nodding
heads
and
plodding
legs
,
by
the
bunches
of
green-golden
fruit
heaped
upon
their
backs
.
On
doorsills
sat
women
combing
their
long
,
black
hair
and
calling
,
one
to
another
,
across
the
narrow
thoroughfares
.
Peace
reigned
in
Coralio
--
arid
and
bald
peace
;
but
still
peace
.
On
that
bright
morning
when
Nature
seemed
to
be
offering
the
lotus
on
the
Dawn
's
golden
platter
"
Beelzebub
"
Blythe
had
reached
rock
bottom
.
Further
descent
seemed
impossible
.
That
last
night
's
slumber
in
a
public
place
had
done
for
him
.
As
long
as
he
had
had
a
roof
to
cover
him
there
had
remained
,
unbridged
,
the
space
that
separates
a
gentleman
from
the
beasts
of
the
jungle
and
the
fowls
of
the
air
.
But
now
he
was
little
more
than
a
whimpering
oyster
led
to
be
devoured
on
the
sands
of
a
Southern
sea
by
the
artful
walrus
,
Circumstance
,
and
the
implacable
carpenter
,
Fate
.
To
Blythe
money
was
now
but
a
memory
.
He
had
drained
his
friends
of
all
that
their
good-fellowship
had
to
offer
;
then
he
had
squeezed
them
to
the
last
drop
of
their
generosity
;
and
at
the
last
,
Aaron-like
,
he
had
smitten
the
rock
of
their
hardening
bosoms
for
the
scattering
,
ignoble
drops
of
Charity
itself
.
He
had
exhausted
his
credit
to
the
last
real
.
With
the
minute
keenness
of
the
shameless
sponger
he
was
aware
of
every
source
in
Coralio
from
which
a
glass
of
rum
,
a
meal
or
a
piece
of
silver
could
be
wheedled
.
Marshalling
each
such
source
in
his
mind
,
he
considered
it
with
all
the
thoroughness
and
penetration
that
hunger
and
thirst
lent
him
for
the
task
.
All
his
optimism
failed
to
thresh
a
grain
of
hope
from
the
chaff
of
his
postulations
.
He
had
played
out
the
game
.
That
one
night
in
the
open
had
shaken
his
nerves
.
Until
then
there
had
been
left
to
him
at
least
a
few
grounds
upon
which
he
could
base
his
unblushing
demands
upon
his
neighbours
'
stores
.
Now
he
must
beg
instead
of
borrowing
.
The
most
brazen
sophistry
could
not
dignify
by
the
name
of
"
loan
"
the
coin
contemptuously
flung
to
a
beachcomber
who
slept
on
the
bare
boards
of
the
public
market
.
