In time, Sarah began to think of Ambition. Ambition, that demanding being with the weathered face but gleaming eyes that resides in men's boundless souls. The two-faced one who lived in the vast plains of men's minds like an ocean that has no shores. What need has Ambition for boundaries and what walls can contain him? He fidgets in his vast home that captures men's minds. Fidgets tirelessly and passionately all day with his whip quivering, waiting for the sun to to bid him to begin. Been quivering there before men could think, talk, or walk. She was liable to find the sweat from his forehead stained on the floors. She was worried and scared too. Poor Henry! He should not have to do everything by himself. She sent Martin to help, but Henry said he could manage. Henry said dat he appreciates his friends and family, but dey didn't know a thing about havin' a big voice. He'd be okay once he sold the houses. He wasn't going to foreclose. That was what he thought. But Martin told her otherwise, so she knew. And if he hadn't, next week she was destined to know, for people began to gather at the houses under their unfinished frames. People from banks and moving companies that never used to see each other before came to the lots. Just came and began to work. Greed, that hungry beast, had ruined another life.
To match Hurston's style, I used the colorful language/metaphors that she uses. I also tried my best to copy her grammatical style, which varies a lot.
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