He drove back to his sumptuous official residence in the elegant suburbof Waterkloof. Somebody had taken a great deal of care with the garden and it wasfilled with flowers even this late in the year, with the first snows ofwinter on the mountains. She ducked under a branch and started down theslope. It was an instinctivereaction; he could not bring himself to send a bullet anywhere near her.
A mile down the railway track from where Centaine's coach stood, two mensat huddled over a smoky campfire watching the maize porridge bubblingin the billy-can and discussing the horses. Centaine recognized it as a Puss-Moth, a small single-engined machine. as Centaine's mood that these spontaneous gestures ofaffection made her weep again, which set the other women off. I wish it was all over.
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