The shockof it was driven like an iron spike from the top of his skull down hisspine. He hated himself for having putCentaine in Isabella's power. He made no attempt to farm the land, he had no chickens,horses or vegetable gardens such as the other small-holders kept. She saddled her favourite stallion and rode down in the darkness fivemiles to the railway station at Claremont to meet the early train fromCape Town.
The emptyeye-socket was sunken, and the eyelids drooped apart, exposing wet redtissue in the gap between his thick dark lashes. I swear Iwill come back, just as soon as I can. He saw a sturdy lad, broad-shouldered and withpowerful shapely limbs, a head of dusty golden curls and contrastingeyebrows black as coal dust over strange topaz-coloured eyes. I wish we could preserve this momentlike that, capture it eternally in the precious amber of our love.
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