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

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it were to an assembly <strong>of</strong> trained monkeys. I know his intentions.I have seen him change <strong>the</strong> plates at table. Whoever isallowed to live on in terror, I must die <strong>the</strong> death.‘No, I didn’t stay to <strong>the</strong> end to hear Don Juste Lopeztrying to persuade himself in a grave oration <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clemencyand justice, and honesty, and purity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bro<strong>the</strong>rsMontero. I went out abruptly to seek Antonia. I saw her in<strong>the</strong> gallery. As I opened <strong>the</strong> door, she extended to me herclasped hands.‘What are <strong>the</strong>y doing in <strong>the</strong>re?’ she asked.‘Talking,’ I said, with my eyes looking into hers.‘Yes, yes, but—‘‘Empty speeches,’ I interrupted her. ‘Hiding <strong>the</strong>ir fearsbehind imbecile hopes. They are all great Parliamentarians<strong>the</strong>re—on <strong>the</strong> English model, as you know.’ I was so furiousthat I could hardly speak. She made a gesture <strong>of</strong> despair.‘Through <strong>the</strong> door I held a little ajar behind me, we heardDun Juste’s measured mouthing monotone go on fromphrase to phrase, like a sort <strong>of</strong> awful and solemn madness.‘After all, <strong>the</strong> Democratic aspirations have, perhaps, <strong>the</strong>irlegitimacy. The ways <strong>of</strong> human progress are inscrutable,and if <strong>the</strong> fate <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> country is in <strong>the</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> Montero, weought—‘‘I crashed <strong>the</strong> door to on that; it was enough; it was toomuch. There was never a beautiful face expressing morehorror and despair than <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> Antonia. I couldn’t bearit; I seized her wrists.‘Have <strong>the</strong>y killed my fa<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong>re?’ she asked.‘Her eyes blazed with indignation, but as I looked on, fas-

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