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

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a personal point <strong>of</strong> view, too, as one would study <strong>the</strong> variedcharacters <strong>of</strong> men. He visited <strong>the</strong>m as one goes with curiosityto call upon remarkable persons. He visited minesin Germany, in Spain, in Cornwall. Abandoned workingshad for him strong fascination. Their desolation appealedto him like <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> human misery, whose causes arevaried and pr<strong>of</strong>ound. They might have been worthless, butalso <strong>the</strong>y might have been misunderstood. His future wifewas <strong>the</strong> first, and perhaps <strong>the</strong> only person to detect this secretmood which governed <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>oundly sensible, almostvoiceless attitude <strong>of</strong> this man towards <strong>the</strong> world <strong>of</strong> materialthings. And at once her delight in him, lingering with halfopenwings like those birds that cannot rise easily from aflat level, found a pinnacle from which to soar up into <strong>the</strong>skies.They had become acquainted in Italy, where <strong>the</strong> futureMrs. Gould was staying with an old and pale aunt who,years before, had married a middle-aged, impoverished Italianmarquis. She now mourned that man, who had knownhow to give up his life to <strong>the</strong> independence and unity <strong>of</strong> hiscountry, who had known how to be as enthusiastic in hisgenerosity as <strong>the</strong> youngest <strong>of</strong> those who fell for that verycause <strong>of</strong> which old Giorgio Viola was a drifting relic, as abroken spar is suffered to float away disregarded after a navalvictory. The Marchesa led a still, whispering existence,nun-like in her black robes and a white band over <strong>the</strong> forehead,in a corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> first floor <strong>of</strong> an ancient and ruinouspalace, whose big, empty halls downstairs sheltered under<strong>the</strong>ir painted ceilings <strong>the</strong> harvests, <strong>the</strong> fowls, and even <strong>the</strong>

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