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wealth and their share of the power,’ the popular Cardinal-Archbishop of Sulaco declared, significantly, menacingly.A silence ensued, during which his Eminence stared,frowning at the ground, and Antonia, graceful and rigidin her chair, breathed calmly in the strength of her convictions.Then the conversation took a social turn, touching onthe visit of the Goulds to Europe. The Cardinal-Archbishop,when in Rome, had suffered from neuralgia in the head allthe time. It was the climate—the bad air.When uncle and niece had gone away, with the servantsagain falling on their knees, and the old porter, who hadknown Henry Gould, almost totally blind and impotentnow, creeping up to kiss his Eminence’s extended hand,Dr. Monygham, looking after them, pronounced the oneword—‘Incorrigible!’Mrs. Gould, with a look upwards, dropped wearily onher lap her white hands flashing with the gold and stonesof many rings.‘Conspiring. Yes!’ said the doctor. ‘The last of the Avellanosand the last of the Corbelans are conspiring with therefugees from Sta. Marta that flock here after every revolution.The Cafe Lambroso at the corner of the Plaza is fullof them; you can hear their chatter across the street likethe noise of a parrothouse. They are conspiring for the invasionof Costaguana. And do you know where they gofor strength, for the necessary force? To the secret societiesamongst immigrants and natives, where Nostromo—Ishould say Captain Fidanza—is the great man. What gives