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arm, suggesting annihilation; and Mrs. Gould turned awayher head with a look of horror.‘Why don’t you say all this to my husband?’ she asked,without looking at Decoud, who stood watching the effectof his words.‘Ah! But Don Carlos is so English,’ he began. Mrs. Gouldinterrupted—‘Leave that alone, Don Martin. He’s as much a Costaguanero—No!He’s more of a Costaguanero than yourself.’‘Sentimentalist, sentimentalist,’ Decoud almost cooed,in a tone of gentle and soothing deference. ‘Sentimentalist,after the amazing manner of your people. I have beenwatching El Rey de Sulaco since I came here on a fool’s errand,and perhaps impelled by some treason of fate lurkingbehind the unaccountable turns of a man’s life. But I don’tmatter, I am not a sentimentalist, I cannot endow my personaldesires with a shining robe of silk and jewels. Life isnot for me a moral romance derived from the tradition ofa pretty fairy tale. No, Mrs. Gould; I am practical. I am notafraid of my motives. But, pardon me, I have been rathercarried away. What I wish to say is that I have been observing.I won’t tell you what I have discovered—‘‘No. That is unnecessary,’ whispered Mrs. Gould, oncemore averting her head.‘It is. Except one little fact, that your husband does notlike me. It’s a small matter, which, in the circumstances,seems to acquire a perfectly ridiculous importance. Ridiculousand immense; for, clearly, money is required for myplan,’ he reflected; then added, meaningly, ‘and we have two