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Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard

This memory did not make him shudder, but it had

made of him what he was in the eyes of respectable people, a man careless of common decencies, some- thing between a clever vagabond and a disreputable doctor. But not all respectable people would have had the necessary delicacy of sentiment to understand with what trouble of mind and accuracy of vision Dr. Monygham, medical officer of the San Tome' mine, re- membered Father Beron, army chaplain, and once a secretary of a military commission. After all these years Dr. Monygham, in his rooms at the end of the hospital building in the San Tom gorge, remembered Father Beron as distinctly as ever. He remembered that priest at night, sometimes in his sleep. On such nights the doctor waited for daylight with a candle lighted, and walking the whole length of his two rooms to and fro, staring down at his bare feet, his arms hugging his sides tightly. He would dream of Father Beron sitting at the end of a long, black table, behind which, in a row, appeared the heads, shoulders, and epaulettes of the military members, nibbling the feather of a quill pen, and listening with weary and impatient scorn to the protestations of some prisoner calling Heaven to witness of his innocence, till he burst out: "What's the use of wasting time over that miserable nonsense!, Let me take him outside for a while." And Father Beron would go outside after the clanking prisoner, led away between two soldiers. Such inter- ludes happened on many days, many times, with many prisoners. When the prisoner returned he was ready to make a full confession, Father Beron would declare,

leaning forward with that dull, surfeited look which

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