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‘Yes,’ he went on. ‘We all had our rewards—the engineerin-chief,Captain Mitchell——‘‘We saw him,’ interrupted Mrs. Gould, in her charmingvoice. ‘The poor dear man came up from the country onpurpose to call on us in our hotel in London. He comportedhimself with great dignity, but I fancy he regrets Sulaco.He rambled feebly about ‘historical events’ till I felt I couldhave a cry.’‘H’m,’ grunted the doctor; ‘getting old, I suppose. EvenNostromo is getting older—though he is not changed. And,speaking of that fellow, I wanted to tell you something——‘For some time the house had been full of murmurs, ofagitation. Suddenly the two gardeners, busy with rose treesat the side of the garden arch, fell upon their knees withbowed heads on the passage of Antonia Avellanos, who appearedwalking beside her uncle.Invested with the red hat after a short visit to Rome,where he had been invited by the Propaganda, Father Corbelan,missionary to the wild Indians, conspirator, friendand patron of Hernandez the robber, advanced with big,slow strides, gaunt and leaning forward, with his powerfulhands clasped behind his back. The first Cardinal-Archbishopof Sulaco had preserved his fanatical and morose air;the aspect of a chaplain of bandits. It was believed that hisunexpected elevation to the purple was a counter-move tothe Protestant invasion of Sulaco organized by the HolroydMissionary Fund. Antonia, the beauty of her face as if a littleblurred, her figure slightly fuller, advanced with her lightwalk and her high serenity, smiling from a distance at Mrs.