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socket and began to speak. He started by
recounting to Mammachi how much her family had done for his. Generation for gen-
eration. Howlong before the Communists thought of itReverend E. John Ipe had
given his fatherKelantitle to the land on which their hut now stood. How Mam-
machi had paid for his eye. How she had organized for Velutha to be educated and
given him a job Mammachithough annoyed at his drunkennesswasn’t averse to lis-
tening to bardic stories about herself and her family’s Christian munificence. Nothing
prepared her for what she was about to hear. Vellya Paapen began to cry. Half of him
wept. Tears welled up in his real eye and shone on his black cheek. With his other eye
he stared stonily ahead. An old Paravanwho had seen the Walking Backwards days
torn between Loyalty and Love. Then the Terror took hold of him and shook the
words out of him. He told Mammachi what he had seen. The story of the little boat
that crossed the river night after nightand who was in it. The story of a man and
womanstanding together in the moonlight. Skin to skin. They went to Kari Saipu’s
HouseVellya Paapen said. The white man’s demon had entered them. It was Kari
Saipu’s revenge for what heVellya Paapenhad doneyilai：
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