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Chapter 8

           Ayoungmaninholidayattire,boundingin,thrustoneinNostromo’shandandboundedbackintotheranks,veryproudofhimself.Nostromohadnotevenlookedathim.

           “Standonmyfoot,”hecommandedthegirl,who,suddenlysubdued,roselightly,andwhenhehadherup,encirclingherwaist,herfaceneartohis,hepressedtheknifeintoherlittlehand.

           “No,Morenita!Youshallnotputmetoshame,”hesaid.“Youshallhaveyourpresent;andsothateveryoneshouldknowwhoisyourloverto-day,youmaycutallthesilverbuttonsoffmycoat.”

           Therewereshoutsoflaughterandapplauseatthiswittyfreak,whilethegirlpassedthekeenblade,andtheimpassiveriderjingledinhispalmtheincreasinghoardofsilverbuttons.Heeasedhertothegroundwithbothherhandsfull.Afterwhisperingforawhilewithaverystrenuousface,shewalkedaway,staringhaughtily,andvanishedintothecrowd.

           Thecirclehadbrokenup,andthelordlyCapatazdeCargadores,theindispensableman,thetriedandtrustyNostromo,theMediterraneansailorcomeashorecasuallytotryhisluckinCostaguana,rodeslowlytowardstheharbour.TheJunowasjustthenswinginground;andevenasNostromoreinedupagaintolookon,aflagranupontheimprovisedflagstafferectedinanancientanddismantledlittlefortattheharbourentrance

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