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Chapter 12

           

           “Ramireztoldyouhelovedyou?”askedNostromo,restraininghimself.

           “Ah!onceoneevening...”

           “Themiserable...Ha!”

           Hehadjumpedupasifstungbyagad-fly,andstoodbeforehermutewithanger.

           “MisericordiaDivina!You,too,Gian’Battista!PoorwretchthatIam!”shelamentediningenuoustones.“ItoldLinda,andshescoldedshescolded.AmItoliveblind,dumb,anddeafinthisworld?Andshetoldfather,whotookdownhisgunandcleanedit.PoorRamirez!Thenyoucame,andshetoldyou.”

           Helookedather.Hefastenedhiseyesuponthehollowofherwhitethroat,whichhadtheinvinciblecharmofthingsyoung,palpitating,delicate,andalive.Wasthisthechildhehadknown?Wasitpossible?Itdawneduponhimthatintheselastyearshehadreallyseenverylittlenothingofher.Nothing.Shehadcomeintotheworldlikeathingunknown.Shehadcomeuponhimunawares.Shewasadanger.Afrightfuldanger.Theinstinctivemoodoffiercedeterminationthathadneverfailedhimbeforetheperilsofthislifeaddeditssteadyforcetotheviolenceofhispassion.She,inavoicethatrecalledtohimthesongofrunningwater,thetinklingofasilverbell,continued

           “Andbetweenyouthreeyouhavebroughtmehereintothiscaptivitytotheskyandwater.Nothingelse.Skyandwater.Oh,SanctissimaMadre.Myhairshallturngreyonthistediousisland.

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