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He went to see his friend Captain Mitchell—and thething was done as Dr. Monygham had related to Mrs.Gould. When the project was mooted to the Garibaldino,something like the faint reflection, the dim ghost of a veryancient smile, stole under the white and enormous moustachesof the old hater of kings and ministers. His daughterswere the object of his anxious care. The younger, especially.Linda, with her mother’s voice, had taken more her mother’splace. Her deep, vibrating ‘Eh, Padre?’ seemed, but forthe change of the word, the very echo of the impassioned,remonstrating ‘Eh, Giorgio?’ of poor Signora Teresa. It washis fixed opinion that the town was no proper place for hisgirls. The infatuated but guileless Ramirez was the object ofhis profound aversion, as resuming the sins of the countrywhose people were blind, vile esclavos.On his return from his next voyage, Captain Fidanzafound the Violas settled in the light-keeper’s cottage. Hisknowledge of Giorgio’s idiosyncrasies had not played himfalse. The Garibaldino had refused to entertain the idea ofany companion whatever, except his girls. And CaptainMitchell, anxious to please his poor Nostromo, with that felicityof inspiration which only true affection can give, hadformally appointed Linda Viola as under-keeper of the Isabel’sLight.‘The light is private property,’ he used to explain. ‘It belongsto my Company. I’ve the power to nominate whom Ilike, and Viola it shall be. It’s about the only thing Nostromo—aman worth his weight in gold, mind you—has everasked me to do for him.’