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

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He was absolutely <strong>the</strong> only one. The doctor surrendered.There was something in <strong>the</strong> genius <strong>of</strong> that Genoese seamanwhich dominated <strong>the</strong> destinies <strong>of</strong> great enterprises and <strong>of</strong>many people, <strong>the</strong> fortunes <strong>of</strong> Charles Gould, <strong>the</strong> fate <strong>of</strong> anadmirable woman. At this last thought <strong>the</strong> doctor had toclear his throat before he could speak.In a completely changed tone he pointed out to <strong>the</strong> Capatazthat, to begin with, he personally ran no great risk. Asfar as everybody knew he was dead. It was an enormous advantage.He had only to keep out <strong>of</strong> sight in <strong>the</strong> Casa Viola,where <strong>the</strong> old Garibaldino was known to be alone—withhis dead wife. The servants had all run away. No one wouldthink <strong>of</strong> searching for him <strong>the</strong>re, or anywhere else on earth,for that matter.‘That would be very true,’ <strong>Nostromo</strong> spoke up, bitterly, ‘ifI had not met you.’For a time <strong>the</strong> doctor kept silent. ‘Do you mean to saythat you think I may give you away?’ he asked in an unsteadyvoice. ‘Why? Why should I do that?’‘What do I know? Why not? To gain a day perhaps. Itwould take Sotillo a day to give me <strong>the</strong> estrapade, and trysome o<strong>the</strong>r things perhaps, before he puts a bullet throughmy heart—as he did to that poor wretch here. Why not?’The doctor swallowed with difficulty. His throat had gonedry in a moment. It was not from indignation. The doctor,pa<strong>the</strong>tically enough, believed that he had forfeited <strong>the</strong> rightto be indignant with any one—for anything. It was simpledread. Had <strong>the</strong> fellow heard his story by some chance? Ifso, <strong>the</strong>re was an end <strong>of</strong> his usefulness in that direction. The

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