The tears flowed faster. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. ’ ‘Some, of course,’ put in Gerald, ‘have been unable to recover anything. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears.
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