'Give me the book.'
Linda laid on the table the closed volume in its worn leather cover, the Bible given him ages ago by an Englishman in Palermo.
'The child had to be protected,' he said, in a strange, mournful voice.
Behind his chair Linda wrung her hands, crying without noise. Suddenly she started for the door. He heard her move.
'Where are you going?' he asked.
'To the light,' she answered, turning round to look at him balefully.
'The light! Si—duty.'
Very upright, white-haired, leonine, heroic in his absorbed quietness, he felt in the pocket of his red shirt for the spectacles given him by Dona Emilia. He put them on. After a long period of immobility he opened the book, and from on high looked through the glasses at the small print in double columns. A rigid, stern expression settled upon his features with a slight frown, as if in response to some gloomy thought or unpleasant sensation. But he never detached his eyes from the book while he swayed forward, gently, gradually, till his snow-white head rested upon the open pages. A wooden clock ticked methodically on the white-washed wall, and growing slowly cold the Garibaldino lay alone, rugged, undecayed, like an old oak uprooted by a treacherous gust of wind.
The light of the Great Isabel burned unfailing above the lost treasure of the San Tome mine. Into the bluish sheen of a night without stars the lantern sent out a yellow beam towards the far horizon. Like a black speck upon the shining panes, Linda, crouching in the outer gallery, rested her head on the rail. The moon, drooping in the western board, looked at her radiantly.
Below, at the foot of the cliff, the regular splash of oars from a passing boat ceased, and Dr. Monygham stood up in the stern sheets.
'Linda!' he shouted, throwing back his head. 'Linda!'
Linda stood up. She had recognized the voice.
'Is he dead?' she cried, bending over.
'Yes, my poor girl. I am coming round,' the doctor answered from below. 'Pull to the beach,' he said to the rowers.
Linda's black figure detached itself upright on the light of the lantern with her arms raised above her head as though she were going to throw herself over.
'It is I who loved you,' she whispered, with a face as set and white as marble in the moonlight. 'I! Only I! She will forget thee, killed miserably for her pretty face. I cannot understand. I cannot understand. But I shall never forget thee. Never!'
She stood silent and still, collecting her strength to throw all her fidelity, her pain, bewilderment, and despair into one great cry.
'Never! Gian' Battista!'
Dr. Monygham, pulling round in the police-galley, heard the name pass over his head. It was another of Nostromo's triumphs, the greatest, the most enviable, the most sinister of all. In that true cry of undying passion that seemed to ring aloud from Punta Mala to Azuera and away to the bright line of the horizon, overhung by a big white cloud shining like a mass of solid silver, the genius of the magnificent Capataz de Cargadores dominated the dark gulf containing his conquests of treasure and love.
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