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<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xmlns:epub="http://www.idpf.org/2007/ops" epub:prefix="z3998: http://www.daisy.org/z3998/2012/vocab/structure/, se: https://standardebooks.org/vocab/1.0" xml:lang="en-US">
<head>
<title>“Fox-In-The-Morning”</title>
<title>“Fox-in-the-Morning”</title>
<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
<link href="../css/local.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
</head>
<body epub:type="bodymatter z3998:fiction">
<article id="fox-in-the-morning" epub:type="se:short-story">
<h2 epub:type="title">“Fox-In-The-Morning”</h2>
<h2 epub:type="title">“Fox-in-the-Morning”</h2>
<p>Coralio reclined, in the midday heat, like some vacuous beauty lounging in a guarded harem. The town lay at the sea’s edge on a strip of alluvial coast. It was set like a little pearl in an emerald band. Behind it, and seeming almost to topple, imminent, above it, rose the sea-following range of the Cordilleras. In front the sea was spread, a smiling jailer, but even more incorruptible than the frowning mountains. The waves swished along the smooth beach; the parrots screamed in the orange and ceiba-trees; the palms waved their limber fronds foolishly like an awkward chorus at the prima donna’s cue to enter.</p>
<p>Suddenly the town was full of excitement. A native boy dashed down a grass-grown street, shrieking: “<i xml:lang="es">Busca el Señor Goodwin. Ha venido un telégrafo por el!</i>”</p>
<p>The word passed quickly. Telegrams do not often come to anyone in Coralio. The cry for Señor Goodwin was taken up by a dozen officious voices. The main street running parallel to the beach became populated with those who desired to expedite the delivery of the despatch. Knots of women with complexions varying from palest olive to deepest brown gathered at street corners and plaintively carolled: “<i xml:lang="es">Un telégrafo por Señor Goodwin!</i>” The <i xml:lang="es">comandante</i>, Don Señor el Coronel Encarnación Rios, who was loyal to the Ins and suspected Goodwin’s devotion to the Outs, hissed: “Aha!” and wrote in his secret memorandum book the accusive fact that Señor Goodwin had on that momentous date received a telegram.</p>

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<a href="text/the-proem.xhtml">The Proem</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="text/fox-in-the-morning.xhtml">“Fox-In-The-Morning”</a>
<a href="text/fox-in-the-morning.xhtml">“Fox-in-the-Morning”</a>
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<li>
<a href="text/the-lotus-and-the-bottle.xhtml">The Lotus and the Bottle</a>