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CHAPTER II - Tea party in Tlacolula

`Try it a little longer,' he said. `Perhaps you will feel differently. But perhaps not,' he ended vaguely, driftingly.
She could feel in him a sort of yearning towards her. As if a sort of appeal came to her from him, from his physical heart in his breast. As if the very heart gave out dark rays of seeking and yearning. She glimpsed this now for the first time, quite apart from the talking, and it made her shy.
`And does everything in Mexico oppress you?' he added, almost shyly, but with a touch of mockery, looking at her with a troubled naive face that had its age heavy and resistant beneath the surface.
`Almost everything!' she said. `It always makes my heart sink. Like the eyes of the men in the big hats - I call them the peons. Their eyes have no middle to them. Those big handsome men, under their big hats, they aren't really there. They have no centre, no real I. Their middle is a raging black hole, like the middle of a maelstrom.'
She looked with her troubled grey eyes into the black, slanting, watchful, calculating eyes of the small man opposite her. He had a pained expression, puzzled, like a child. And at the same time something obstinate and mature, a demonish maturity, opposing her in an animal way.
`You mean we aren't real people, we have nothing of our own, except killing and death,' he said, quite matter of fact.
`I don't know,' she said, startled by his interpretation. `I only say how it makes me feel.'
`You are very clever, Mrs Leslie,' came Don Ramon's quiet, but heavy teasing voice behind her. `It is quite true. Whenever a Mexican cries Viva! he ends up with Muera! When he says Viva! he really means Death for Somebody or Other! I think of all the Mexican revolutions, and I see a skeleton walking ahead of a great number of people, waving a black banner with Viva la Mzrerte! written in large white letters. Long live Death! Not Viva Cristo Rey! but Viva Muerte Key! Vamos! Viva!'
Kate looked round. Don Ramon was flashing his knowing brown Spanish eyes, and a little sardonic smile lurked under his moustache. Instantly Kate and he, Europeans in essence, understood one another. He was waving his arm to the last Viva!
`But,' said hate, `I don't want to say Viva la Muerte!'

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