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cinated, the light in them went out.‘It is a surrender,’ I said. And I remember I was shakingher wrists I held apart in my hands. ‘But it’s more than talk.Your father told me to go on in God’s name.’‘My dear girl, there is that in Antonia which would makeme believe in the feasibility of anything. One look at herface is enough to set my brain on fire. And yet I love her asany other man would—with the heart, and with that alone.She is more to me than his Church to Father Corbelan (theGrand Vicar disappeared last night from the town; perhapsgone to join the band of Hernandez). She is more to me thanhis precious mine to that sentimental Englishman. I won’tspeak of his wife. She may have been sentimental once.The San Tome mine stands now between those two people.‘Your father himself, Antonia,’ I repeated; ‘your father, doyou understand? has told me to go on.’‘She averted her face, and in a pained voice—‘He has?’ she cried. ‘Then, indeed, I fear he will neverspeak again.’‘She freed her wrists from my clutch and began to cry inher handkerchief. I disregarded her sorrow; I would rathersee her miserable than not see her at all, never any more; forwhether I escaped or stayed to die, there was for us no comingtogether, no future. And that being so, I had no pity towaste upon the passing moments of her sorrow. I sent heroff in tears to fetch Dona Emilia and Don Carlos, too. Theirsentiment was necessary to the very life of my plan; the sentimentalismof the people that will never do anything forthe sake of their passionate desire, unless it comes to them