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

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Mrs. Gould glanced along <strong>the</strong> corredor towards <strong>the</strong> door<strong>of</strong> her husband’s room. Decoud, watching her as if she hadhis fate in her hands, detected an almost imperceptible nod<strong>of</strong> assent. He bowed with a smile, and, putting his hand into<strong>the</strong> breast pocket <strong>of</strong> his coat, pulled out a fan <strong>of</strong> light fea<strong>the</strong>rsset upon painted leaves <strong>of</strong> sandal-wood. ‘I had it in mypocket,’ he murmured, triumphantly, ‘for a plausible pretext.’He bowed again. ‘Good-night, senora.’Mrs. Gould continued along <strong>the</strong> corredor away from herhusband’s room. The fate <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> San Tome mine was lyingheavy upon her heart. It was a long time now since she hadbegun to fear it. It had been an idea. She had watched it withmisgivings turning into a fetish, and now <strong>the</strong> fetish hadgrown into a monstrous and crushing weight. It was as if<strong>the</strong> inspiration <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir early years had left her heart to turninto a wall <strong>of</strong> silver-bricks, erected by <strong>the</strong> silent work <strong>of</strong> evilspirits, between her and her husband. He seemed to dwellalone within a circumvallation <strong>of</strong> precious metal, leavingher outside with her school, her hospital, <strong>the</strong> sick mo<strong>the</strong>rsand <strong>the</strong> feeble old men, mere insignificant vestiges <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>initial inspiration. ‘Those poor people!’ she murmured toherself.Below she heard <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>of</strong> Martin Decoud in <strong>the</strong> patiospeaking loudly:‘I have found Dona Antonia’s fan, Basilio. Look. here itis!’

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