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[The accountant]: "What a frightful row," he said. He crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to me, "He does not hear." "What! Dead?" I asked, startled. "No, not yet," he answered, with great composure. Then alluding with a toss of the head to the tumult in the station-yard, "When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages – hate them to the death." (1.47)
The accountant cares about his work so much that he cannot spare a drop of compassion for the dying slaves. In fact, he finds their dying groans an annoyance simply because they sometimes make him make mistakes in his bookkeeping.
"The shed was already a heap of embers glowing fiercely." (1.56)
Here, light becomes ruinous in the form of fire, destroying the pilgrims’ shed. It seems as if nature, in the form of fire, is driving the pilgrims out of the land.
"He [the brickmaker] was a first-class agent, young, gentlemanly, a bit reserved, with a forked little beard and a hooked nose. He was stand-offish with the other agents, and they on their side said he was the manager's spy upon them." (1.56)
The fact that the brickmaker has a "forked little beard" and is called the "manager’s spy" immediately throws his moral purity into doubt. His face has devilish aspects and his loyalty to the pilgrims is brought into question.