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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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ullets may be run. Let it come down to <strong>the</strong> harbour, readyfor shipment.The next north-going steamer would carry it <strong>of</strong>f for <strong>the</strong>very salvation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> San Tome mine, which had producedso much treasure. And, moreover, <strong>the</strong> rumour was probablyfalse, he remarked, with much conviction in his hurriedtone.‘Besides, senora,’ concluded Decoud, ‘we may suppressit for many days. I have been talking with <strong>the</strong> telegraphistin <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Plaza Mayor; thus I am certain that wecould not have been overheard. There was not even a birdin <strong>the</strong> air near us. And also let me tell you something more.I have been making friends with this man called <strong>Nostromo</strong>,<strong>the</strong> Capataz. We had a conversation this very evening,I walking by <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> his horse as he rode slowly out <strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong> town just now. He promised me that if a riot took placefor any reason—even for <strong>the</strong> most political <strong>of</strong> reasons, youunderstand—his Cargadores, an important part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> populace,you will admit, should be found on <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>Europeans.’‘He has promised you that?’ Mrs. Gould inquired, withinterest. ‘What made him make that promise to you?’‘Upon my word, I don’t know,’ declared Decoud, in aslightly surprised tone. ‘He certainly promised me that, butnow you ask me why, I could not tell you his reasons. Hetalked with his usual carelessness, which, if he had beenanything else but a common sailor, I would call a pose oran affectation.’Decoud, interrupting himself, looked at Mrs. Gould cu-

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