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‘But what sort of a spirit is there between white men and white women!’ said Kate.

‘At least,’ replied the didactic Toussaint, ‘the blood is homogeneous, so that consciousness automatically unrolls in continuity.’

‘I hate its unrolling in automatic continuity,’ said Kate.

‘Perhaps! But it makes life possible. Without developing continuity in consciousness, you have chaos. And this comes of mixed blood.’

‘And then,’ said Kate, ‘surely the Indian men are fond of their women! The men seem manly, and the women seem very lovable and womanly.’

‘It is possible that the Indian children are pure-blooded, and there is the continuity of blood. But the Indian consciousness is swamped under the stagnant water of the white man’s Dead Sea consciousness. Take a man like Benito Juarez, a pure Indian. He floods his old consciousness with the new white ideas, and there springs up a whole forest of verbiage, new laws, new constitutions and all the rest. But it is a sudden weed. It grows like a weed on the surface, saps the strength of the Indian soil underneath, and helps the process of ruin. No, madam! There is no hope for Mexico short of a miracle.’