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Gould. She had brought her uncle over to see dear Emilia,
without ceremony, just for a moment before the siesta.
When all were seated again, Dr. Monygham, who had
come to dislike heartily everybody who approached Mrs.
Gould with any intimacy, kept aside, pretending to be lost
in profound meditation. A louder phrase of Antonia made
him lift his head.
‘How can we abandon, groaning under oppression, those
who have been our countrymen only a few years ago, who
are our countrymen now?’ Miss Avellanos was saying.
‘How can we remain blind, and deaf without pity to the cru-
el wrongs suffered by our brothers? There is a remedy.’
‘Annex the rest of Costaguana to the order and prosperity
of Sulaco,’ snapped the doctor. ‘There is no other remedy.’
‘I am convinced, senor doctor,’ Antonia said, with the
earnest calm of invincible resolution, ‘that this was from
the first poor Martin’s intention.’
‘Yes, but the material interests will not let you jeopardize
their development for a mere idea of pity and justice,’ the
doctor muttered grumpily. ‘And it is just as well perhaps.’
The Cardinal-Archbishop straightened up his gaunt,
bony frame.
‘We have worked for them; we have made them, these
material interests of the foreigners,’ the last of the Corbe-
lans uttered in a deep, denunciatory tone.
‘And without them you are nothing,’ cried the doctor
from the distance. ‘They will not let you.’
‘Let them beware, then, lest the people, prevented from
their aspirations, should rise and claim their share of the