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

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founded fellow get wind <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> affair?’ was <strong>the</strong> first questionhe asked directly after <strong>the</strong> bang, clatter, and flash <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>open door (which was closed again almost before he couldlift his dropped head) informed him that he had a companion<strong>of</strong> captivity. Dr. Monygham’s voice stopped mutteringcurses in English and Spanish.‘Is that you, Mitchell?’ he made answer, surlily. ‘I struckmy forehead against this confounded wall with enoughforce to fell an ox. Where are you?’Captain Mitchell, accustomed to <strong>the</strong> darkness, couldmake out <strong>the</strong> doctor stretching out his hands blindly.‘I am sitting here on <strong>the</strong> floor. Don’t fall over my legs,’Captain Mitchell’s voice announced with great dignity <strong>of</strong>tone. The doctor, entreated not to walk about in <strong>the</strong> dark,sank down to <strong>the</strong> ground, too. The two prisoners <strong>of</strong> Sotillo,with <strong>the</strong>ir heads nearly touching, began to exchange confidences.‘Yes,’ <strong>the</strong> doctor related in a low tone to Captain Mitchell’svehement curiosity, ‘we have been nabbed in old Viola’splace. It seems that one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir pickets, commanded by an<strong>of</strong>ficer, pushed as far as <strong>the</strong> town gate. They had orders notto enter, but to bring along every soul <strong>the</strong>y could find on <strong>the</strong>plain. We had been talking in <strong>the</strong>re with <strong>the</strong> door open, andno doubt <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong> glimmer <strong>of</strong> our light. They must havebeen making <strong>the</strong>ir approaches for some time. The engineerlaid himself on a bench in a recess by <strong>the</strong> fire-place, and Iwent upstairs to have a look. I hadn’t heard any sound from<strong>the</strong>re for a long time. Old Viola, as soon as he saw me comeup, lifted his arm for silence. I stole in on tiptoe. By Jove, his

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