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lost for ever.’After hearing these words, Nostromo closed his eyes, utteredno word, made no movement. Outside the door of thesick-room Dr. Monygham, excited to the highest pitch, hiseyes shining with eagerness, came up to the two women.‘Now, Mrs. Gould,’ he said, almost brutally in his impatience,‘tell me, was I right? There is a mystery. You have gotthe word of it, have you not? He told you——‘‘He told me nothing,’ said Mrs. Gould, steadily.The light of his temperamental enmity to Nostromo wentout of Dr. Monygham’s eyes. He stepped back submissively.He did not believe Mrs. Gould. But her word was law. Heaccepted her denial like an inexplicable fatality affirmingthe victory of Nostromo’s genius over his own. Even beforethat woman, whom he loved with secret devotion, he hadbeen defeated by the magnificent Capataz de Cargadores,the man who had lived his own life on the assumption ofunbroken fidelity, rectitude, and courage!‘Pray send at once somebody for my carriage,’ spoke Mrs.Gould from within her hood. Then, turning to Giselle Viola,‘Come nearer me, child; come closer. We will wait here.’Giselle Viola, heartbroken and childlike, her face veiledin her falling hair, crept up to her side. Mrs. Gould slippedher hand through the arm of the unworthy daughter of oldViola, the immaculate republican, the hero without a stain.Slowly, gradually, as a withered flower droops, the head ofthe girl, who would have followed a thief to the end of theworld, rested on the shoulder of Dona Emilia, the first ladyof Sulaco, the wife of the Senor Administrador of the San