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of account the safety of her husband. The doctor hadcontrived to be in town at the critical time because hemistrusted Charles Gould. He considered him hopelesslyinfected with the madness of revolutions. That is why hehobbled in distress in the drawing-room of the Casa Gouldon that morning, exclaiming, ‘Decoud, Decoud!’ in a toneof mournful irritation.Mrs. Gould, her colour heightened, and with glisteningeyes, looked straight before her at the sudden enormity ofthat disaster. The finger-tips on one hand rested lightly ona low little table by her side, and the arm trembled right upto the shoulder. The sun, which looks late upon Sulaco, issuingin all the fulness of its power high up on the sky frombehind the dazzling snow-edge of Higuerota, had precipitatedthe delicate, smooth, pearly greyness of light, in whichthe town lies steeped during the early hours, into sharp-cutmasses of black shade and spaces of hot, blinding glare.Three long rectangles of sunshine fell through the windowsof the sala; while just across the street the front of the Avellanos’shouse appeared very sombre in its own shadow seenthrough the flood of light.A voice said at the door, ‘What of Decoud?’It was Charles Gould. They had not heard him comingalong the corredor. His glance just glided over his wife andstruck full at the doctor.‘You have brought some news, doctor?’Dr. Monygham blurted it all out at once, in the rough.For some time after he had done, the Administrador of theSan Tome mine remained looking at him without a word.