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over his shoulder.‘Drive carefully,’ cried Mrs. Gould in a tremulous voice.‘Si, carefully; si nina,’ he mumbled, chewing his lips, hisround leathery cheeks quivering. And the landau rolledslowly out of the light.‘I will see them as far as the ford,’ said Charles Gouldto his wife. She stood on the edge of the sidewalk with herhands clasped lightly, and nodded to him as he followedafter the carriage. And now the windows of the AmarillaClub were dark. The last spark of resistance had died out.Turning his head at the corner, Charles Gould saw his wifecrossing over to their own gate in the lighted patch of thestreet. One of their neighbours, a well-known merchantand landowner of the province, followed at her elbow, talkingwith great gestures. As she passed in all the lights wentout in the street, which remained dark and empty from endto end.The houses of the vast Plaza were lost in the night. Highup, like a star, there was a small gleam in one of the towersof the cathedral; and the equestrian statue gleamedpale against the black trees of the Alameda, like a ghost ofroyalty haunting the scenes of revolution. The rare prowlersthey met ranged themselves against the wall. Beyondthe last houses the carriage rolled noiselessly on the softcushion of dust, and with a greater obscurity a feeling offreshness seemed to fall from the foliage of the trees borderingthe country road. The emissary from Hernandez’s camppushed his horse close to Charles Gould.‘Caballero,’ he said in an interested voice, ‘you are he