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She needed some time alone to be in that harmony within and to probe the endless fathoms of her probity and intelligence without the intrusions of the outside world. Even in childhood, Gabriele thought, she had projected an aloof quality of a stereotypical German. Still, she told herself, it did not matter. How was a self an extension of others?
All Petrea's playthings, in consequence of experiments which she was in the habit of making on them, were fallen into the condition of that which had been and even that gingerbread-heart with which she had been accustomed to decoy Gabriele, had, precisely on this very day, in an unlucky moment of curiosity, gone down Petrea's throat.
"Cat around?" said Gabriele. "Is that what you said? I think it's time for you to go to bed." Angry as she was, she laughed awkwardly to give the impression that she construed it to be one more impertinent statement having as little significance to her as others he had said previously. "Go on! We'll finish in the morning, I promise," said the man.
I have looked around me, have listened after such an occasion, have waited and called upon it; but ah! the world goes past me on its own way nobody and nothing has need of me." Petrea both wept and laughed as she spoke, and with smiles and tears also did both Gabriele and the mother listen to her, and she continued
Mother, Gabriele, forgive me, I know how little edification there is in all this, it is quite too but you cannot believe how dangerous it is to be idle, when one has an active spirit within one, and an object before one that You laugh!
Maybe murder and wars were checks and balances of man on man too. He smiled with a flippant boyish mischievousness. "You know, by walking from the museum you have squashed at least a thousand ants and other creepy things, but you haven't given up walking from what I see. Survival of the fittest, Gabriele; and the fittest animal is the one with the most bills in his wallet.
"Who is this black man that makes up the face and body of a savage God in this grotesque and blasphemous mural?" demanded the priest. Gabriele lifted the veil on her burka. "There isn't anything depraved or unregenerate in it," she averred. "I don't know who he is. It is just my imagination." Her lie was phlegmatic.
"You can put it in your 'frigerator," said the oldest "Pootit in your 'frigerator" said the third and smallest of the girls. The two eldest girls laughed at her intrusion into the conversation. Everybody began to laugh including Gabriele. "No," Gabriele said, "The refrigerator is full." She was quickly becoming serious. She saw sharp little stones in the hands of the eldest one.
Betty got up with her Betty cake and moved to a chair near Rick who just ate and withdrew from the world of commotion. Gabriele hit him on the head. "You. Apologize." "Sorry, Hispanic Betty." She hit him harder on the head and the smack made his ear burn. "Sorry, Betty." True repentance, Gabriele assessed, was such a coerced thing. A person naturally saw only his own perspective.
"So you want to stop wanting to see him." "Right. What do I do?" "I don't know. He'll only look as he does for a short period of years. If you really want to not want a man picture him in what will be his permanent state-the broken skeleton of another hundred and fifty years. That always works for me." "Oh, thank you, Gabriele." "Sure, Lily Rita/Lily. Bye now."
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