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an old negro, who had been sitting behind a pile of cases,fishing from the wharf. He wound up his lines and slunkaway at once. But he must have heard something, and musthave talked, too, because some of the old Garibaldino’s railwayfriends, I suppose, warned him against Ramirez. Atany rate, the father has been warned. But Ramirez has disappearedfrom the town.’‘I feel I have a duty towards these girls,’ said Mrs. Gould,uneasily. ‘Is Nostromo in Sulaco now?’‘He is, since last Sunday.’‘He ought to be spoken to—at once.’‘Who will dare speak to him? Even the love-mad Ramirezruns away from the mere shadow of Captain Fidanza.’‘I can. I will,’ Mrs. Gould declared. ‘A word will be enoughfor a man like Nostromo.’The doctor smiled sourly.‘He must end this situation which lends itself to——Ican’t believe it of that child,’ pursued Mrs. Gould.‘He’s very attractive,’ muttered the doctor, gloomily.‘He’ll see it, I am sure. He must put an end to all this bymarrying Linda at once,’ pronounced the first lady of Sulacowith immense decision.Through the garden gate emerged Basilio, grown fat andsleek, with an elderly hairless face, wrinkles at the cornersof his eyes, and his jet-black, coarse hair plastered downsmoothly. Stooping carefully behind an ornamental clumpof bushes, he put down with precaution a small child he hadbeen carrying on his shoulder—his own and Leonarda’s lastborn. The pouting, spoiled Camerista and the head mozo of