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The Utopia of Greed
Justasthesimplicityofhisclothes,addedtohisbearing,gavehimtheairofasuperlativearistocrat,sothecrudenessoftheroomgaveittheappearanceofthemostpatricianretreat;asingleroyaltouchwasaddedtothecrudeness:twoancientsilvergobletsstoodinasmallnichecutinawallofbarelogs;theirornatedesignhadrequiredtheluxuryofsomecraftsman’slongandcostlylabor,morelaborthanhadgonetobuildtheshanty,adesigndimmedbythepolishofmorecenturiesthanhadgonetogrowthelogwall’spines.Inthemidstofthatroom,Francisco’seasy,naturalmannerhadatouchofquietpride,asifhissmileweresilentlysayingtoher:ThisiswhatIamandwhatIhavebeenalltheseyears.
Shelookedupatthesilvergoblets.
"Yes,"hesaid,inanswertohersilentguess,"theybelongedtoSebastiand’Anconiaandhiswife.That’stheonlythingIbroughtherefrommypalaceinBuenosAires.That,andthecrestoverthedoor.
It’sallIwantedtosave.Everythingelsewillgo,inaveryfewmonthsnow."Hechuckled."They’llseizeit,allofit,thelastdregsofd’AnconiaCopper,butthey’llbesurprised.Theywon’tfindmuchfortheirtrouble.Andastothatpalace,theywon’tbeabletoaffordevenitsheatingbill."
"Andthen?"sheasked."Wherewillyougofromthere?"
"I?Iwillgotoworkford’AnconiaCopper.
