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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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Tome mine. And Mrs. Gould, feeling her suppressed sobbing,nervous and excited, had <strong>the</strong> first and only moment<strong>of</strong> bitterness in her life. It was worthy <strong>of</strong> Dr. Monyghamhimself.‘Console yourself, child. Very soon he would have forgottenyou for his treasure.’‘Senora, he loved me. He loved me,’ Giselle whispered,despairingly. ‘He loved me as no one had ever been lovedbefore.’‘I have been loved, too,’ Mrs. Gould said in a severe tone.Giselle clung to her convulsively. ‘Oh, senora, but youshall live adored to <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> your life,’ she sobbed out.Mrs. Gould kept an unbroken silence till <strong>the</strong> carriage arrived.She helped in <strong>the</strong> half-fainting girl. After <strong>the</strong> doctorhad shut <strong>the</strong> door <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> landau, she leaned over to him.‘You can do nothing?’ she whispered.‘No, Mrs. Gould. Moreover, he won’t let us touch him. Itdoes not matter. I just had one look…. Useless.’But he promised to see old Viola and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girl thatvery night. He could get <strong>the</strong> police-boat to take him <strong>of</strong>f to<strong>the</strong> island. He remained in <strong>the</strong> street, looking after <strong>the</strong> landaurolling away slowly behind <strong>the</strong> white mules.The rumour <strong>of</strong> some accident—an accident to CaptainFidanza—had been spreading along <strong>the</strong> new quays with<strong>the</strong>ir rows <strong>of</strong> lamps and <strong>the</strong> dark shapes <strong>of</strong> towering cranes.A knot <strong>of</strong> night prowlers—<strong>the</strong> poorest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> poor—hungabout <strong>the</strong> door <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> first-aid hospital, whispering in <strong>the</strong>moonlight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> empty street.There was no one with <strong>the</strong> wounded man but <strong>the</strong> pale

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