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Upalis pampered Handaya even more
than his children. He rubbed down Handaya with oil once a month
to keep him free of ticks. He hunted down every gadfly hidden in
Handaya’s coat of hair, like an aborigine stalking game in a jungle.
He cared for Handaya like a mother for her child, and he never beat
the animal. If he wanted to urge Handaya to quicken his pace, he
would push the slender stick in his hand down between its hind legs
to gently tickle its scrotum, and exclaim, “Hurry up, son!” |
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The sight of the sick woman evoked
feelings not only of compassion, but also of fear and revulsion
in Andiris. He felt anguish for her, but fear of death magnified
his feelings of anxiety and revulsion to an intensity he had never
known. His compassion was as weak as the light of a firefly in the
dark gloom left by the fear of and revulsion he felt. All he could
think of was to escape from the presence of this woman, who filled
him with intense fear and horror of death. |
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Villagers believed that to pay for
the cloth for a black coat, a person would have to sell one or two
acres of land. The headman’s wife, although she was well aware that
a black coat was not that costly, did not pursue her suggestion.
She did not want a situation where the value not only of her son’s
black coat, but the very prestige of the headman’s family would
be diminished if everyone started to acquire a black coat. |
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