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Under the nakedness of the works, the walled-in, one-storey adobe house, with its garden inside, and its deep inner verandah with tropical climbers on the sides. And when you looked up from this shut-in flowered patio, you saw the huge pink cone of the silver-mud refuse, and the machinery of the extracting plant against heaven above. To be Wife want casual sex Horse Cave, the great wooden doors were often open.
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She was now thirty-three, a large, blue-eyed, dazed woman, beginning to grow stout. Her little, wiry, tough, twisted, brown-eyed husband was fifty-three, a man as tough as wire, tenacious as wire, still full of energy, but dimmed by the lapse of silver from the market, and by some curious inaccessibility on his wife's part. He was a man of principles, and a good husband.
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At the same time, he hated pigs. He was a squeamish waif of an idealist, and really hated the physical side of life.
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But he kept his spell over her. The three months ended: She taught her children, she supervised the Mexican boys who were her servants. And sometimes her husband brought visitors, Spaniards or Mexicans or occasionally white men. He really loved to have white men staying on the place.
Yet he had not a moment's peace when they Wire there. It was as if his wife were some peculiar secret vein of ore in his mines, which no one must be aware of except himself.
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They kill a missionary at sight. And where a missionary can't get, nobody can. And they're wily; if wxnt think there'll be trouble, they send a delegation to Chihuahua and make a formal submission.
The government is glad to leave it at that. They use nothing but Wife want casual sex Horse Cave and arrows. I've seen them in town, in the Plaza, with funny sort of hats with flowers round them, and a bow in one hand, quite naked except for a sort of shirt, even in cold weather--striding round with their savage's bare legs. What would there be wonderful about it?
Savages are savages, and all savages behave more or less alike: No, I see nothing wonderful in that kind of stuff. And his peculiar vague enthusiasm for unknown Indians found a full echo in the woman's heart. She was overcome by a foolish romanticism more unreal than a girl's. She felt it was her destiny to wander into the secret haunts of these timeless, mysterious, marvellous Indians of the mountains. She kept her secret. The young man was departing, her husband was Hot wife wants hot sex Evanston with him down to Torreon, on business: But before the departure, she made her husband talk about the Indians: There was supposed to be one tribe, Wife want casual sex Horse Cave Chilchuis, living in a high valley to the south, who were the sacred tribe of all the Indians.
The descendants of Montezuma and of the old Aztec or Totonac kings still lived among them, and the old priests still kept up the ancient religion, and offered human Wife want casual sex Horse Cave it was said. Wife want casual sex Horse Cave scientists had been to the Chilchui country, and had come back gaunt and exhausted with hunger and bitter privation, bringing various curious, barbaric objects of worship, but having seen nothing extraordinary in the hungry, stark village of savages.
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Her husband and the young man departed. The woman made Wife want casual sex Horse Cave crazy plans. Of late, to break the monotony of her life, she had harassed her husband into letting her go riding with him, occasionally, on horseback. She was never allowed to go out alone.
The country truly was not safe, lawless and crude. But she had her own horse, and she dreamed of being free as she had been as a girl, among the hills of California. Her daughter, nine years old, was now in a tiny convent in the little half-deserted Spanish mining-town five miles away.
Perhaps I shall stay the night in the convent.