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cheek. ‘And why she wants to see you I cannot imagine.’‘She has been like that before,’ suggested Nostromo, lookingaway.‘Well, Capataz, I can assure you she will never be likethat again,’ snarled Dr. Monygham. ‘You may go to her orstay away. There is very little to be got from talking to thedying. But she told Dona Emilia in my hearing that she hasbeen like a mother to you ever since you first set foot ashorehere.’‘Si! And she never had a good word to say for me to anybody.It is more as if she could not forgive me for being alive,and such a man, too, as she would have liked her son to be.’‘Maybe!’ exclaimed a mournful deep voice near them.‘Women have their own ways of tormenting themselves.’Giorgio Viola had come out of the house. He threw a heavyblack shadow in the torchlight, and the glare fell on his bigface, on the great bushy head of white hair. He motioned theCapataz indoors with his extended arm.Dr. Monygham, after busying himself with a little medicamentbox of polished wood on the seat of the landau,turned to old Giorgio and thrust into his big, tremblinghand one of the glass-stoppered bottles out of the case.‘Give her a spoonful of this now and then, in water,’ hesaid. ‘It will make her easier.’‘And there is nothing more for her?’ asked the old man,patiently.‘No. Not on earth,’ said the doctor, with his back to him,clicking the lock of the medicine case.Nostromo slowly crossed the large kitchen, all dark but