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It might have been said that there he was only pro\u00adtec\u00adting his own. From the first he had been admit\u00adted to live in the inti\u00admacy of the family of the hotel-kee\u00adper who was a coun\u00adtry\u00adman of his. Old Gior\u00adgio Viola, a Genoese with a shaggy white leo\u00adnine head\u2014often cal\u00adled sim\u00adply \u201cthe Gari\u00adbal\u00addino\u201d (as Moham\u00admedans are cal\u00adled after their prophet)\u2014was, to use Cap\u00adtain Mitchell\u2019s own words, the \u201crespec\u00adta\u00adble mar\u00adried fri\u00adend\u201d by whose advice Nostromo had left his ship to try for a run of shore luck in Costaguana.
\nThe old man, full of scorn for the popu\u00adlace, as your aus\u00adtere repu\u00adbli\u00adcan so often is, had dis\u00adre\u00adgarded the preli\u00admi\u00adnary sounds of trou\u00adble. He went on that day as usual pot\u00adte\u00adring about the \u201ccasa\u201d in his slip\u00adpers, mut\u00adte\u00adring angrily to hims\u00adelf his con\u00adtempt of the non-poli\u00adti\u00adcal nature of the riot, and shrug\u00adging his should\u00aders. In the end he was taken una\u00adwa\u00adres by the out-rush of the rabble. It was too late then to remove his family, and, indeed, where could he have run to with the portly Signora Teresa and two little girls on that great plain? So, bar\u00adri\u00adca\u00adding every ope\u00adning, the old man sat down sternly in the middle of the dar\u00adkened cafe with an old shot-gun on his knees. His wife sat on ano\u00adther chair by his side, mut\u00adte\u00adring pious invo\u00adca\u00adti\u00adons to all the saints of the calendar.<\/p>\n
The old repu\u00adbli\u00adcan did not believe in saints, or in pray\u00aders, or in what he cal\u00adled \u201cpriest\u2019s reli\u00adgion.\u201d Liberty and Gari\u00adbaldi were his divi\u00adni\u00adties; but he tole\u00adra\u00adted \u201csupers\u00adti\u00adtion\u201d in women, pre\u00adser\u00adving in these mat\u00adters a lofty and silent attitude.<\/p>\n
His two girls, the eldest four\u00adteen, and the other two years youn\u00adger, crouched on the san\u00added floor, on each side of the Signora Teresa, with their heads on their mother\u2019s lap, both scared, but each in her own way, the dark-hai\u00adred Linda indignant and angry, the fair Giselle, the youn\u00adger, bewil\u00adde\u00adred and resi\u00adgned. The Patrona remo\u00adved her arms, which embra\u00adced her daugh\u00adters, for a moment to cross hers\u00adelf and wring her hands hur\u00adriedly. She moaned a little louder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Gian\u2019 Bat\u00adtista, why art thou not here? Oh! why art thou not here?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was not then invo\u00adking the saint hims\u00adelf, but cal\u00adling upon Nostromo, whose patron he was. And Gior\u00adgio, moti\u00adon\u00adless on the chair by her side, would be pro\u00advo\u00adked by these reproachful and dis\u00adtrac\u00adted appeals.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeace, woman! Where\u2019s the sense of it? There\u2019s his duty,\u201d he murm\u00adu\u00adred in the dark; and she would ret\u00adort, panting\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cEh! I have no pati\u00adence. Duty! What of the woman who has been like a mother to him? I bent my knee to him this mor\u00adning; don\u2019t you go out, Gian\u2019 Battista\u2014stop in the house, Battistino\u2014look at those two little inno\u00adcent children!\u201d<\/p>\n
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Mrs. Viola was an Ita\u00adlian, too, a native of Spez\u00adzia, and though con\u00adsider\u00ada\u00adbly youn\u00adger than her hus\u00adband, alre\u00adady middle-aged. She had a hand\u00adsome face, whose com\u00adple\u00adxion had tur\u00adned yel\u00adlow because the cli\u00admate of Sulaco did not suit her at all. Her voice was a rich con\u00adtralto. When, with her arms folded tight under her ample bosom, she scolded the squat, thick-leg\u00adged China girls hand\u00adling linen, pluck\u00ading fowls, poun\u00adding corn in woo\u00adden mortars amongst the mud out\u00adbuil\u00addings at the back of the house, she could bring out such an impas\u00adsio\u00adned, vibra\u00adting, sepulchral note that the chai\u00adned watch-dog bol\u00adted into his ken\u00adnel with a great rattle. Luis, a cin\u00adna\u00admon-colou\u00adred mulatto with a sprou\u00adting mousta\u00adche and thick, dark lips, would stop swee\u00adping the cafe with a broom of palm-lea\u00adves to let a gentle shud\u00adder run down his spine. His lan\u00adgu\u00adis\u00adhing almond eyes would remain clo\u00adsed for a long time.<\/p>\n
This was the staff of the Casa Viola, but all these peo\u00adple had fled early that mor\u00adning at the first sounds of the riot, pre\u00adfer\u00adring to hide on the plain rather than trust them\u00adsel\u00adves in the house; a pre\u00adfe\u00adrence for which they were in no way to blame, since, whe\u00adther true or not, it was gene\u00adrally belie\u00adved in the town that the Gari\u00adbal\u00addino had some money buried under the clay floor of the kit\u00adchen. The dog, an irri\u00adta\u00adble, shaggy brute, barked vio\u00adlently and whined plain\u00adtively in turns at the back, run\u00adning in and out of his ken\u00adnel as rage or fear prompted him.<\/p>\n
Bursts of great shou\u00adting rose and died away, like wild gusts of wind on the plain round the bar\u00adri\u00adca\u00added house; the fitful pop\u00adping of shots grew lou\u00adder above the yel\u00adling. Some\u00adti\u00admes there were inter\u00advals of unac\u00adcoun\u00adta\u00adble still\u00adness out\u00adside, and not\u00adhing could have been more gaily peaceful than the nar\u00adrow bright lines of sun\u00adlight from the cracks in the shut\u00adters, ruled straight across the cafe over the dis\u00adar\u00adran\u00adged chairs and tables to the wall oppo\u00adsite. Old Gior\u00adgio had cho\u00adsen that bare, white\u00adwashed room for a retreat. It had only one win\u00addow, and its only door swung out upon the track of thick dust fen\u00adced by aloe hedges bet\u00adween the har\u00adbour and the town, where clumsy carts used to creak along behind slow yokes of oxen gui\u00added by boys on horseback.<\/p>\n
In a pause of still\u00adness Gior\u00adgio cocked his gun. The omi\u00adnous sound wrung a low moan from the rigid figure of the woman sit\u00adting by his side. A sud\u00adden out\u00adbreak of defi\u00adant yel\u00adling quite near the house sank all at once to a con\u00adfu\u00adsed murmur of growls. <\/p>\n
Some\u00adbody ran along; the loud cat\u00adching of his breath was heard for an instant pas\u00adsing the door; there were hoarse mut\u00adters and foot\u00ads\u00adteps near the wall; a shoulder rub\u00adbed against the shut\u00adter, effa\u00adcing the bright lines of suns\u00adhine pen\u00adcil\u00adled across the whole breadth of the room. Signora Teresa\u2019s arms thrown about the kne\u00ade\u00adling forms of her daugh\u00adters embra\u00adced them clo\u00adser with a con\u00advul\u00adsive pressure.<\/p>\n
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