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

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whole day.’ He drew himself up haughtily, and made a signfor Captain Mitchell to be led away.‘What about my watch?’ cried Captain Mitchell, hangingback from <strong>the</strong> efforts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> men pulling him towards<strong>the</strong> door.Sotillo turned to his <strong>of</strong>ficers. ‘No! But only listen to thispicaro, caballeros,’ he pronounced with affected scorn, andwas answered by a chorus <strong>of</strong> derisive laughter. ‘He demandshis watch!’ … He ran up again to Captain Mitchell, for <strong>the</strong>desire to relieve his feelings by inflicting blows and painupon this Englishman was very strong within him. ‘Yourwatch! You are a prisoner in war time, Mitchell! In wartime! You have no rights and no property! Caramba! Thevery breath in your body belongs to me. Remember that.’‘Bosh!’ said Captain Mitchell, concealing a disagreeableimpression.Down below, in a great hall, with <strong>the</strong> ear<strong>the</strong>n floor andwith a tall mound thrown up by white ants in a corner, <strong>the</strong>soldiers had kindled a small fire with broken chairs andtables near <strong>the</strong> arched gateway, through which <strong>the</strong> faintmurmur <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> harbour waters on <strong>the</strong> beach could be heard.While Captain Mitchell was being led down <strong>the</strong> staircase,an <strong>of</strong>ficer passed him, running up to report to Sotillo <strong>the</strong>capture <strong>of</strong> more prisoners. A lot <strong>of</strong> smoke hung about in <strong>the</strong>vast gloomy place, <strong>the</strong> fire crackled, and, as if through a haze,Captain Mitchell made out, surrounded by short soldierswith fixed bayonets, <strong>the</strong> heads <strong>of</strong> three tall prisoners—<strong>the</strong>doctor, <strong>the</strong> engineer-in-chief, and <strong>the</strong> white leonine mane<strong>of</strong> old Viola, who stood half-turned away from <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs

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