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on the horizon-line Her hair dried, too, but she did not touch it It

flowed down her back and spread into a pool of gold on the sand She

azed with

such a tragic wistfulness - and forever cut off from it

A little distance fro

the brownher He

was evidently trying to teach her soain, his lips ain, her

red lips parted,them Gradually, Lulu lost all interest in

her hair She let it drop It floated like a furry mantle over her

shoulders Into her little brown, pointed face ca seriousness, of tremendous concentration Occasionally

Honey would stop to listen to her; but invariably her recital sent hirew more and more

serious,themselves Occasionally they addressed a

re

flutters of speech, a little breathy yes or no whenever those

monosyllables would serve, an occasional broken phrase Superficially

they seemed calm, placid even But if one of the men moved suddenly, an

uncontrollable panic overspread their faces