Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
cause he mistrusted Charles Gould. He considered him hopelessly infected with the madness of revolutions. That is why he hobbled in distress in the drawing-room of the Casa Gould on that morning. exclaiming, "Decoud! Decoud!" in a tone of mournful irritation.
Mrs. Gould, her color heightened and with glistening eyes, looked straight before her at the sudden enormity of that disaster. The finger-tips of one hand rested lightly on a low little table by her side, and the arm trembled right up to the shoulder. The sun, which looks late upon Sulaco, issuing in all the fulness of its power high up on the sky from behind the dazzling snow-edge of Higuerota, had precipitated the delicate, smooth, pearly grayness of light, in which the town lies steeped during the early hours, into sharp-cut masses of black shade and spaces of hot, blinding glare. Three long rectangles of sunshine fell through the windows of the sala, while just across the street the front of the Avellanos house appeared very sombre in its own shadow seen through the flood of light.
A voice said at the door, "What of Decoud?"
It was Charles Gould. They had not heard him coming along the corridor. His glance just glided over his wife and struck full at the doctor.
"You have brought some news, doctor?"
Dr. Monygham blurted it all out at once, in the rough. For some time after he had done the administrador of the San Tomé mine remained looking at him without a word. Mrs. Gould sank into a low chair with her hands lying on her lap. A silence
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