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CHAPTER II - Tea party in Tlacolula

- that's what they are. Only grown-up, they are bastards, not boys. Oh, I wish I could be a bull, just for five minutes. Bastard, that's what I call it!'
`Well!' laughed Owen uneasily, `it is rather.'
`Call that manliness!' cried Kate. `Then thank God a million times that I'm a woman, and know poltroonery and dirtymindedness when I see it.'
Again Owen laughed uncomfortably.
`Go upstairs and change' she said. `You'll die.'
`Z think I'd better. I feel I might die any minute, as a matter of fact. Well, till dinner then. I'll tap at your door in half an hour.'
Kate sat trying to sew, but her hand trembled. She could not get the bull-ring out of her mind, and something felt damaged in her inside.
She straightened herself, and sighed. She was really very angry, too, with Owen. He was naturally so sensitive, and so kind. But he had the insidious modern disease of tolerance. He must tolerate everything, even a thing that revolted him. He would call it Life! He would feel he had lived this afternoon. Greedy even for the most sordid sensations.
Whereas she felt as if she had eaten something which was giving her ptomaine poisoning. If that was life!
Ah men, men! They all had this soft rottenness of the soul, a strange perversity which made even the squalid, repulsive things seem part of life to them. Life! And what is life? A louse lying on its back and kicking? Ugh!
At about seven o'clock Villiers came tapping. He looked wan, peaked, but like a bird that had successfully pecked a bellyful of garbage.
`Oh it was GREAT!' he said, lounging on one hip. 'GREAT! They killed seven BULLS.'
`No calves, unfortunately,' said Kate, suddenly furious again.
He paused to consider the point, then laughed. Her anger was another slight sensational amusement to him.
`No, no calves,' he said. `The calves have come home to be fattened. But several more horses after you'd gone.'
`I don't want to hear,' she said coldly.
He laughed, feeling rather heroic. After all, one must be able to look on blood and bursten bowels calmly: even with a certain

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