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

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green parrot, brilliant like an emerald in a cage that flashedlike gold, screamed out ferociously, ‘Viva Costaguana!’ <strong>the</strong>ncalled twice mellifluously, ‘Leonarda! Leonarda!’ in imitation<strong>of</strong> Mrs. Gould’s voice, and suddenly took refuge inimmobility and silence. Mrs. Gould reached <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>gallery and put her head through <strong>the</strong> door <strong>of</strong> her husband’sroom.Charles Gould, with one foot on a low wooden stool, wasalready strapping his spurs. He wanted to hurry back to <strong>the</strong>mine. Mrs. Gould, without coming in, glanced about <strong>the</strong>room. One tall, broad bookcase, with glass doors, was full<strong>of</strong> books; but in <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, without shelves, and lined withred baize, were arranged firearms: Winchester carbines,revolvers, a couple <strong>of</strong> shot-guns, and even two pairs <strong>of</strong> double-barrelledholster pistols. Between <strong>the</strong>m, by itself, upona strip <strong>of</strong> scarlet velvet, hung an old cavalry sabre, once <strong>the</strong>property <strong>of</strong> Don Enrique Gould, <strong>the</strong> hero <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> OccidentalProvince, presented by Don Jose Avellanos, <strong>the</strong> hereditaryfriend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> family.O<strong>the</strong>rwise, <strong>the</strong> plastered white walls were completelybare, except for a water-colour sketch <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> San Tomemountain—<strong>the</strong> work <strong>of</strong> Dona Emilia herself. In <strong>the</strong> middle<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> red-tiled floor stood two long tables litteredwith plans and papers, a few chairs, and a glass show-casecontaining specimens <strong>of</strong> ore from <strong>the</strong> mine. Mrs. Gould,looking at all <strong>the</strong>se things in turn, wondered aloud why <strong>the</strong>talk <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se wealthy and enterprising men discussing <strong>the</strong>prospects, <strong>the</strong> working, and <strong>the</strong> safety <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mine renderedher so impatient and uneasy, whereas she could talk <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>

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