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

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apprehensively. Three women—<strong>of</strong> whom one was carryinga child—and a couple <strong>of</strong> men in civilian dress—one armedwith a sabre and ano<strong>the</strong>r with a gun—were grouped abouta donkey carrying two bundles tied up in blankets. Fur<strong>the</strong>ron Ignacio shouted again to pass a carreta, a long woodenbox on two high wheels, with <strong>the</strong> door at <strong>the</strong> back swingingopen. Some ladies in it must have recognized <strong>the</strong> whitemules, because <strong>the</strong>y screamed out, ‘Is it you, Dona Emilia?’At <strong>the</strong> turn <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> road <strong>the</strong> glare <strong>of</strong> a big fire filled <strong>the</strong>short stretch vaulted over by <strong>the</strong> branches meeting overhead.Near <strong>the</strong> ford <strong>of</strong> a shallow stream a roadside rancho<strong>of</strong> woven rushes and a ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> grass had been set on fire byaccident, and <strong>the</strong> flames, roaring viciously, lit up an openspace blocked with horses, mules, and a distracted, shoutingcrowd <strong>of</strong> people. When Ignacio pulled up, several ladieson foot assailed <strong>the</strong> carriage, begging Antonia for a seat. To<strong>the</strong>ir clamour she answered by pointing silently to her fa<strong>the</strong>r.‘I must leave you here,’ said Charles Gould, in <strong>the</strong> uproar.The flames leaped up sky-high, and in <strong>the</strong> recoil from<strong>the</strong> scorching heat across <strong>the</strong> road <strong>the</strong> stream <strong>of</strong> fugitivespressed against <strong>the</strong> carriage. A middle-aged lady dressedin black silk, but with a coarse manta over her head and arough branch for a stick in her hand, staggered against <strong>the</strong>front wheel. Two young girls, frightened and silent, wereclinging to her arms. Charles Gould knew her very well.‘Misericordia! We are getting terribly bruised in thiscrowd!’ she exclaimed, smiling up courageously to him.‘We have started on foot. All our servants ran away yester-

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