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made for himself, under his rightful name, another publicexistence, but modified by the new conditions, less picturesque,more difficult to keep up in the increased size andvaried population of Sulaco, the progressive capital of theOccidental Republic.Captain Fidanza, unpicturesque, but always a little mysterious,was recognized quite sufficiently under the loftyglass and iron roof of the Sulaco railway station. He tooka local train, and got out in Rincon, where he visited thewidow of the Cargador who had died of his wounds (at thedawn of the New Era, like Don Jose Avellanos) in the patioof the Casa Gould. He consented to sit down and drink aglass of cool lemonade in the hut, while the woman, standingup, poured a perfect torrent of words to which he didnot listen. He left some money with her, as usual. The orphanedchildren, growing up and well schooled, callinghim uncle, clamoured for his blessing. He gave that, too;and in the doorway paused for a moment to look at the flatface of the San Tome mountain with a faint frown. Thisslight contraction of his bronzed brow casting a markedtinge of severity upon his usual unbending expression, wasobserved at the Lodge which he attended —but went awaybefore the banquet. He wore it at the meeting of some goodcomrades, Italians and Occidentals, assembled in his honourunder the presidency of an indigent, sickly, somewhathunchbacked little photographer, with a white face and amagnanimous soul dyed crimson by a bloodthirsty hate ofall capitalists, oppressors of the two hemispheres. The heroicGiorgio Viola, old revolutionist, would have understood