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From: | Dinah Rubio |
Subject: | inventory mistreat |
Date: | Sat, 16 Sep 2006 20:05:48 +0200 |
![]() The Indians are sovery rarely unkind to children.
And thenthey DELIBERATELY make these centipede attacks on me, and arepleased when I
am hurt.
Might they sleep in the patio with herself and the
girls, wasJuanas request. Away ahead, the hills curved back at the shore, and aqueer
little crack or niche showed. A quiet, invisible, malevolent mockery, a desire
towound. Themost resplendent belles, with magnificent black wavy hair, weremost
thoroughly de-loused.
They didnt want the thing theywere
pursuing.
In the rainy season, the nights can be very cold,
owing toevaporation. When they ARE dead, said Kate, then you KNOW its no
good.
The men just left that partof the lake to the
women. But Kate herself was included byJuana in the gringuitos: the white
foreigners. When they ARE dead, said Kate, then you KNOW its no good. If themother
doesnt leave a name, I name the child.
Now, he had only somethree hundred
acres.
The morning was clear andhot, the pale brown lake
quite still, like a phantom.
She had been able to get at theother woman, touch
the raw. But now he is incommand of the Guadalajara division, he is not very often
able tocome out. It was confusion, but after all, a livingconfusion, not a dead,
dreary thing.
No men in the world can carryheavier loads on their
backs, for longer distances, than theseIndians.
Kates own Irish were near enough for her tohave
glimpsed some of the mystery. Her face was pale, faded, and without any make-up at
all.
Doña Carlota understood English, though she would
not speak it.
Ramón, large and muted,kept himself in
reserve.
The mother had only to knock, andhand in the little
living bundle. Kates own Irish were near enough for her tohave glimpsed some of the
mystery. But even now, he was not yielding to his love. Kate felt she had rarely met
a woman with such a dog-like finesseof gentleness. Idanced a dance round the drum
with the Men of Quetzalcoatl.
He broke his own soul andspirit, in those Irish
politics. ThoughI always think the lake MAKES a sort of silence.
But whatare gifts to a man who perverts
them!
But now he is incommand of the Guadalajara
division, he is not very often able tocome out. And a mystery greater than
theindividual.
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