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Alas! it holds me yet!’Mrs. Gould bent low, fascinated—cold with apprehension.‘What became of Don Martin on that night, Nostromo?’‘Who knows? I wondered what would become of me.Now I know. Death was to come upon me unawares. Hewent away! He betrayed me. And you think I have killedhim! You are all alike, you fine people. The silver has killedme. It has held me. It holds me yet. Nobody knows where itis. But you are the wife of Don Carlos, who put it into myhands and said, ‘Save it on your life.’ And when I returned,and you all thought it was lost, what do I hear? ‘It was nothingof importance. Let it go. Up, Nostromo, the faithful,and ride away to save us, for dear life!’’‘Nostromo!’ Mrs. Gould whispered, bending very low. ‘I,too, have hated the idea of that silver from the bottom ofmy heart.’‘Marvellous!—that one of you should hate the wealth thatyou know so well how to take from the hands of the poor.The world rests upon the poor, as old Giorgio says. You havebeen always good to the poor. But there is something accursedin wealth. Senora, shall I tell you where the treasureis? To you alone…. Shining! Incorruptible!’A pained, involuntary reluctance lingered in his tone, inhis eyes, plain to the woman with the genius of sympatheticintuition. She averted her glance from the miserable subjectionof the dying man, appalled, wishing to hear no moreof the silver.‘No, Capataz,’ she said. ‘No one misses it now. Let it be