Capitolo 32
through some spaces among the stones, the agent and his/her myrmidonses they looked fixed,
on a scene Salvator would have loved to paint. The cavern here
expanded in a room of semicircular, stalactites that hang from his/her roof
almost to the earth. Here and there a niche and interruption that seemed
served as human art, but that in fact it was the manual job of Nature, you/he/she was seen,
and every point of face to fists, from the tall roof to the stalagmites under,
you/he/she was shining in the light of an enormous fire of brushwood fed from Curly
Tom. A small brook of water dripped above from a crack in the stone,
and it hurt his/her way through the sand toward the sea. It was a lot the
companion-ideal of the cavern of a thief. Its existence was known to little: only
accessible to low water, the entry had escaped notice and the little
that found him/it you/he/she was discouraged on to enter from the long and tortuous one
way that conducted to this room, and it didn't locate far it. The smoke founded
makes a hole above, as the fire burnt in clear and bright way, and it didn't make incommode
the observatories.
Hunter of Horace was walking the cavern with unstable footstep, and with delight
the officers saw that he was more than half inebriated. Nobody was able
you/he/she has recognized in the swollen expression and unwise air of the
outcast man, the cheerful one and the seven year-old beautiful young grower before.
There were still the same virile form and intelligent characteristics but the
chestnut hair rich that then you/he/she has curled round his/her open eyebrow, now wild and
covered with mats, only it added to the desperate aspect of his/her hollow eyes and
eyebrows that overhang. Drink didn't do him/it happy. On the contrary one he was
more bitterness then that never. Dark and fierce as him you/he/she was become since then
the shame of his/her sister had been known to him, when he drank him he/she only brooded
heavier on him; and the hope of a more complete revenge only contained him
him then from of the desperate action of the violence. As he walked before and back,