Ностромо
Chapter 8
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“Hisshadow?”
“Yes.Hisshadowinthelightedroom,”saidNostromo,inacontemptuoustone.Leaningbackwithfoldedarmsatthefootoftheimmensebuilding,hedroppedhishead,bitinghislipsslightly,andnotlookingatthedoctor.“Now,”hethoughttohimself,“hewillbeginaskingmeaboutthetreasure.”
Butthedoctor’sthoughtswereconcernedwithaneventnotasmarvellousasNostromo’sappearance,butinitselfmuchlessclear.WhyhadSotillotakenhimselfoffwithhiswholecommandwiththissuddennessandsecrecy?Whatdidthismoveportend?However,itdawneduponthedoctorthatthemanupstairswasoneoftheofficersleftbehindbythedisappointedcoloneltocommunicatewithhim.
“Ibelieveheiswaitingforme,”hesaid.
“Itispossible.”
“Imustsee.Donotgoawayyet,Capataz.”
“Goawaywhere?”mutteredNostromo.
Alreadythedoctorhadlefthim.Heremainedleaningagainstthewall,staringatthedarkwateroftheharbour;theshrillingofcicalasfilledhisears.Aninvinciblevaguenesscomingoverhisthoughtstookfromthemallpowertodeterminehiswill.
“Capataz!Capataz!”thedoctor’svoicecalledurgentlyfromabove.
Thesenseofbetrayalandruinfloateduponhissombreindifferenceasuponasluggishseaofpitch.Buthesteppedoutfromunderthewall,and,lookingup,sawDr.
