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One of those human oddments there is no accounting for. When she actually saw what he had accomplished, her heart quailed. Great green-covered, unbroken mountain-hills, and in the midst of the lifeless isolation, the sharp pinkish mounds of the dried mud from the silver-works.
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But she and he lived on in the adobe house under the works, among the flowers that were never very flowery to her. She had two Berkeoey, a boy and a girl. And her eldest, the boy, was nearly ten years old before she aroused from her stupor of subjected amazement.
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.
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In a way, he doted on her. He never quite got over his dazzled admiration of her. But essentially, he was still a bachelor.
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He had been thrown out on the world, a little bachelor, at the age of ten. When he married he was over forty, and had enough money to marry on.
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Her husband was never still. When the silver went dead, he ran a ranch lower down, some twenty miles away, and raised pure-bred hogs, splendid creatures.
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He, too, was fascinated by a real gentleman. But he was an old-timer miner with a Sweet women seeking hot sex Katy, and if a gentleman looked at his wife, he felt as if his mine were being looted, the secrets of it pryed out.
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And where a missionary can't get, nobody can. And they're wily; if they 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 bows and arrows. I've seen them in town, in the Plaza, with funny sort of hats with Berkelet 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.
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