In Search of an Unknown Race — page 182: what you’re looking at

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170 VAN. insensible to the steamer, and his inward agony, as ne heard the revolutions of the screw, when the boat began her journey down the river, can better be imagined than described. All this he told Father Felix, but there was one part of his experience he kept back. It was that of seeing Flores, pale as death, extending some gold pieces in his shaking hand to the Indian. And he did not say that as the latter disappeared in the underbrush, Flores himself had bent over him, removed his belt, and buckled it about his own body. ‘And ye’ve lost what money you had. How much might it have been?” asked the father, who, without meaning to be inquisitive, had a little natural curiosity to know how much the Indian (whom he naturally sup- posed to be the robber) had benefited by his crime. Van did not immediately reply. Taking out his knife, he ripped open the edge of the wide collar of his woolen shirt, and allowed five sparkling stones to drop into the palm of his hand. ‘“There were two fifty-pound Bank of England notes,” said Van, quietly, ‘‘a little gold, and about fifty dia- monds like these ”—extending his hand—‘‘ some larger, some smaller.” ‘‘Good heavens!” muttered the priest. ‘‘The mines of Diamantina niver turned out no stones equal to thim.” Selecting the smallest, Van placed it between Father Felix’s fingers. “It will repay you for your kindness, and the half- breed for bringing me to life again,” he said, smiling; and, despite the protestations of the priest, he forced him to accept it, Gomichbooks (E(0)