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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden

Chapter XXII: Deposed,   pp. 228-237

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           that Arends would recover and thus relieve the poor 
           young Ecuadorean soldier of his fears, the shooting 
           episode, so far as Frederick and I were concerned, was 
           over. But we were not to be allowed to put it out of 
           our minds for long. One afternoon Frederick came to 
me where I was working in the garden, with a look of more than 
mere displeasure on his face. 
  "The Baroness and Lorenz are here," he said. 
  "What do they want? Must we see them?" 
  "They're standing at the gate," said Frederick, "I haven't
them in and I don't want to." 
  "Neither do I," I answered. "We'll stay here until they
go away 
  "They've brought us some gifts," Frederick went on, "I sup-
pose to thank me for looking after Arends, but I don't wish to 
accept the things or have anything more to do with those people. 
I shall wait inside until they have gone away." 
  Thereupon he went into the house, though he hesitated for a 
moment, for it was the first time that we had ever refused to 
open the gate of Friedo to visitors, and in a way it hurt him to do 
so now. But I too was determined not to have that woman near 
us any more. On the night when Arends had been taken away 
I had felt sympathy for her, sensing a real distress beneath all the 
play-acting of grief and repentance. But I had had time to think 
the matter over more dispassionately since, and had come for the 
dozenth time to the conclusion that the less association there was 
between Friedo and the "Hacienda Paradise," the better it would
be for all concerned. Everything the Baroness represented in her 
person was what I most disliked and rejected in life. I would make 
a clean break now, especially since no quarrel had led to it, with 
the small resentments that these things leave behind. As I turned 
to follow Frederick into the house I could not refrain from look- 
ing towards the gate just once. There stood the Baroness with 
Lorenz. I saw the yellow brightness of a pumpkin which he held 
across his arms, evidently a present from the Hacienda's garden. 

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