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her front hair. Were they cunning enough? Did they deceive? They seemed to her suddenly to stare out. She fingered and smoothed the slight looseness and fullness of the skin below her chin. She stretched herself, and passed her hands down over her whole form, searching as it were for slackness, or thickness. And she had the bitter thought: `I'm all out. I'm doing all I can.' The lines of a little poem Fort had showed her went thrumming through her head:
`Time, you old gipsy man
Will you not stay
Put up your caravan
Just for a day?'
What more could she do? He did not like to see her lips reddened. She had marked his disapprovals, watched him wipe his mouth after a kiss, when he thought she couldn't see him. `I needn't!' she thought `Noel's lips are no redder, really. What has she better than I? Youth-dew on the grass!' That didn't last longl But long enough to `do her in' as her soldier-men would say. And, suddenly, she revolted against herself, against Fort, against this chilled and foggy country; felt a fierce nostalgia for Africa sun, and the African flowers; the happy-go-lucky, hand-tomouth existence of those five years before the war began. High Constantia at grape harvestl How many years agoten years, eleven years! Ah! To have before her those ten years, with him! Ten years in the sunl He would hav, loved her then, and gone on loving herl And she would not have tired of him, as she had tired of those others. `In half an hour,' she thought, `he'll be here, sit opposite me; I shall see him struggling, forcing himself to seem affectionate! It's too humbling! But I don't care; I want him!'
She searched her wardrobe, for some garment or touch

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