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

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handfuls <strong>of</strong> type, blown in <strong>the</strong> wind, trampled in <strong>the</strong> mud?I have seen pages floating upon <strong>the</strong> very waters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> harbour.It would be unreasonable to expect him to survive. Itwould be cruel.‘Do you know,’ I cried, ‘what surrender means to you, toyour women, to your children, to your property?’‘I declaimed for five minutes without drawing breath, itseems to me, harping on our best chances, on <strong>the</strong> ferocity <strong>of</strong>Montero, whom I made out to be as great a beast as I haveno doubt he would like to be if he had intelligence enoughto conceive a systematic reign <strong>of</strong> terror. And <strong>the</strong>n for ano<strong>the</strong>rfive minutes or more I poured out an impassionedappeal to <strong>the</strong>ir courage and manliness, with all <strong>the</strong> passion<strong>of</strong> my love for Antonia. For if ever man spoke well, it wouldbe from a personal feeling, denouncing an enemy, defendinghimself, or pleading for what really may be dearer thanlife. My dear girl, I absolutely thundered at <strong>the</strong>m. It seemedas if my voice would burst <strong>the</strong> walls asunder, and when Istopped I saw all <strong>the</strong>ir scared eyes looking at me dubiously.And that was all <strong>the</strong> effect I had produced! Only Don Jose’shead had sunk lower and lower on his breast. I bent my earto his wi<strong>the</strong>red lips, and made out his whisper, somethinglike, ‘In God’s name, <strong>the</strong>n, Martin, my son!’ I don’t knowexactly. There was <strong>the</strong> name <strong>of</strong> God in it, I am certain. Itseems to me I have caught his last breath—<strong>the</strong> breath <strong>of</strong> hisdeparting soul on his lips.‘He lives yet, it is true. I have seen him since; but it wasonly a senile body, lying on its back, covered to <strong>the</strong> chin,with open eyes, and so still that you might have said it was

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