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who could be answered with careless sincerity in the idealperfection of confidence.The word ‘incorrigible’—a word lately pronounced by Dr.Monygham—floated into her still and sad immobility. Incorrigiblein his devotion to the great silver mine was theSenor Administrador! Incorrigible in his hard, determinedservice of the material interests to which he had pinned hisfaith in the triumph of order and justice. Poor boy! She hada clear vision of the grey hairs on his temples. He was perfect—perfect.What more could she have expected? It was acolossal and lasting success; and love was only a short momentof forgetfulness, a short intoxication, whose delightone remembered with a sense of sadness, as if it had beena deep grief lived through. There was something inherentin the necessities of successful action which carried withit the moral degradation of the idea. She saw the San Tomemountain hanging over the Campo, over the whole land,feared, hated, wealthy; more soulless than any tyrant, morepitiless and autocratic than the worst Government; ready tocrush innumerable lives in the expansion of its greatness.He did not see it. He could not see it. It was not his fault. Hewas perfect, perfect; but she would never have him to herself.Never; not for one short hour altogether to herself inthis old Spanish house she loved so well! Incorrigible, thelast of the Corbelans, the last of the Avellanos, the doctorhad said; but she saw clearly the San Tome mine possessing,consuming, burning up the life of the last of the CostaguanaGoulds; mastering the energetic spirit of the son as it hadmastered the lamentable weakness of the father. A terrible