Nostromo : A Tale of the Seaboard
admitted in Costaguana that there never had been a conspiracy except in the diseased imagination of the tyrant, and, therefore, nothing and no one to betray; though the most distinguished Costaguaneros had been imprisoned and executed upon that accusation. The procedure had dragged on for years, decimating the better 'class like a pestilence. The mere expression of sorrow for the fate of executed kinsmen had been punished with death. Don José Avellanos was, perhaps, the only one living who knew the whole story of those unspeakable cruelties. He had suffered from them himself; and he, with a shrug of the shoulders and a nervous, jerky gesture of the arm, was wont to put away from him, as it were, every allusion to it. But whatever the reason, Dr. Monygham, a personage in the administration of the Gould Concession, treated with reverent awe by the miners and indulged in his peculiarities by Mrs. Gould, remained somehow outside the pale.
It was not from any liking for the doctor that the engineer-in-chief had lingered in the inn upon the plain. He liked old Viola much better. He had come to look upon the Albergo d'ltalia Una as a dependence of the railway. Many of his subordinates had their quarters there. Mrs. Gould's interest in the family conferred upon it a sort of distinction. The engineer-in-chief, with an army of workers under his orders, appreciated the moral influence of the old Garibaldino upon his countrymen. His austere old-world republicanism had a severe, soldier-like standard of faithfulness and duty, as if the world were a battle-field where men had to fight for the sake of universal love
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