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

Chapter XX: The stage is set,   pp. 204-210

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the scene of his luckless fishing enterprise, his survival, at least, was
certain, and we hoped that we should now see him again, and hear 
the story of his subsequent adventures. We had liked him very well 
in the old days. 
  Yes, the old days. Floreana had become another place since all 
the settlers had come, bringing with them to our island dissension, 
mistrust, envy, hatreds, all the mean and trifling pother of the 
world which they pretended to have put behind them. 
  But Arends never came. Even had Wittmer not told us the 
reason why, we should have known it-the Baroness had found 
another slave, and for every member of that household, free or 
bound, Friedo was forbidden territory. 
  Arends, we learned, occupied the position of the new favorite. 
She had met him on Chatham, and ostensibly hired him at a 
monthly wage of 8o sucres. As the new lover, however, the work- 
ing clauses of his contract were not regarded very seriously, and 
the major portion of the daily labor fell, as before, to Lorenz. This, 
and other details of domestic life at the "Hacienda Paradise,"
told us later by Lorenz himself, and in a manner which made it 
impossible not to accept them as true. 
  If Philippson retained the position of husband by night, Arends 
held it by day. Hardly a day went by but the Baroness and he 
set out on "hunting expeditions," returning very often with no
at all, sometimes with only a piece or two. 
  Whatever the reasons that had brought Lorenz with the Baroness 
to Floreana, they were not all love. Doubtless she had him erotically 
in her power, but the prospect of retrieving the financial position 
she had ruined helped to lure him there. Not so Philippson. He 
had lost himself entirely to love. He had left everything for her 
sake; he would have followed her unquestioningly into the bottom- 
less pit. 
  The advent of Arends was more than he could endure. Day 
after day, he was forced to watch this stranger supersede him in a 
thousand ways, until at last he broke out into one of those insensate 
passions of his-we had experienced one such paroxysm at Friedo- 
and hurled the whole of his rage and jealousy and wretchedness at 
the Baroness in one indescribable scene. 
The Stage Is Set 

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