Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
"Antonia will kill herself!" she cried out.
This cry fell into the silence of the room with strangely little effect. Only the doctor, crumbling up a piece of bread, with his head inclined on one side, raised his face, and the few long hairs sticking out of his shaggy eyebrows stirred in a slight frown. Dr. Monygham thought quite sincerely that Decoud was a singularly unworthy object for any woman's affection. Then he lowered his head again, with a curl of his lip and his heart full of tender admiration for Mrs. Gould.
"She thinks of that girl," he said to himself; "she thinks of the Viola children, she thinks of me, of the wounded, of the miners-she always thinks of everybody who is poor and miserable! But what will she do if Charles gets the worst of it in this infernal scrimmage those confounded Avellanos have drawn him into? No one seems to be thinking of her."
Charles Gould, staring at the wall, pursued his reflections subtly.
"I shall write to Holroyd that the San Tomé mine is big enough to take in hand the making of a new state. It 'll please him. It 'll reconcile him to the risk."
But was Barrios really available? Perhaps. But he was inaccessible. To send off a boat to Cayta was no longer possible, since Sotillo was master of the harbor and had a steamer at his disposal. And now, with all the democrats in the province up and every Campo township in a state of disturbance, where could he find a man who would make his way successfully overland to Cayta with a message, a ten days' ride at least—a man of courage and resolution who would avoid arrest or murder, and if arrested would faith-
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