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He
crossed
over
into
his
bedroom
and
peeped
around
the
edge
of
the
lowered
curtain
.
The
window
looked
out
upon
the
skeleton
-
like
tower
of
the
artesian
well
and
the
cook
-
house
and
dairy
-
house
close
beside
it
.
As
he
watched
,
he
saw
Hilma
come
out
from
the
cook
-
house
and
hurry
across
toward
the
kitchen
.
Evidently
,
she
was
going
to
see
about
his
dinner
.
But
as
she
passed
by
the
artesian
well
,
she
met
young
Delaney
,
one
of
Annixter
’
s
hands
,
coming
up
the
trail
by
the
irrigating
ditch
,
leading
his
horse
toward
the
stables
,
a
great
coil
of
barbed
wire
in
his
gloved
hands
and
a
pair
of
nippers
thrust
into
his
belt
.
No
doubt
,
he
had
been
mending
the
break
in
the
line
fence
by
the
Long
Trestle
.
Annixter
saw
him
take
off
his
wide
-
brimmed
hat
as
he
met
Hilma
,
and
the
two
stood
there
for
some
moments
talking
together
.
Annixter
even
heard
Hilma
laughing
very
gayly
at
something
Delaney
was
saying
.
She
patted
his
horse
’
s
neck
affectionately
,
and
Delaney
,
drawing
the
nippers
from
his
belt
,
made
as
if
to
pinch
her
arm
with
them
.
She
caught
at
his
wrist
and
pushed
him
away
,
laughing
again
.
To
Annixter
’
s
mind
the
pair
seemed
astonishingly
intimate
.
Brusquely
his
anger
flamed
up
.
Ah
,
that
was
it
,
was
it
?
Delaney
and
Hilma
had
an
understanding
between
themselves
.
They
carried
on
their
affair
right
out
there
in
the
open
,
under
his
very
eyes
.
It
was
absolutely
disgusting
.
Had
they
no
sense
of
decency
,
those
two
?
Well
,
this
ended
it
.
He
would
stop
that
sort
of
thing
short
off
;
none
of
that
on
HIS
ranch
if
he
knew
it
.
No
,
sir
.
He
would
pack
that
girl
off
before
he
was
a
day
older
.
He
wouldn
’
t
have
that
kind
about
the
place
.
Not
much
!
She
’
d
have
to
get
out
.
He
would
talk
to
old
man
Tree
about
it
this
afternoon
.
Whatever
happened
,
HE
insisted
upon
morality
.
“
And
my
dinner
!
”
he
suddenly
exclaimed
.
“
I
’
ve
got
to
wait
and
go
hungry
—
and
maybe
get
sick
again
—
while
they
carry
on
their
disgusting
love
-
making
.
”
He
turned
about
on
the
instant
,
and
striding
over
to
the
electric
bell
,
rang
it
again
with
all
his
might
.
“
When
that
feemale
gets
up
here
,
”
he
declared
,
“
I
’
ll
just
find
out
why
I
’
ve
got
to
wait
like
this
.
I
’
ll
take
her
down
,
to
the
Queen
’
s
taste
.
I
’
m
lenient
enough
,
Lord
knows
,
but
I
don
’
t
propose
to
be
imposed
upon
ALL
the
time
.
”
A
few
moments
later
,
while
Annixter
was
pretending
to
read
the
county
newspaper
by
the
window
in
the
dining
-
room
,
Hilma
came
in
to
set
the
table
.
At
the
time
Annixter
had
his
feet
cocked
on
the
window
ledge
and
was
smoking
a
cigar
,
but
as
soon
as
she
entered
the
room
he
—
without
premeditation
—
brought
his
feet
down
to
the
floor
and
crushed
out
the
lighted
tip
of
his
cigar
under
the
window
ledge
.
Over
the
top
of
the
paper
he
glanced
at
her
covertly
from
time
to
time
.
Though
Hilma
was
only
nineteen
years
old
,
she
was
a
large
girl
with
all
the
development
of
a
much
older
woman
.
There
was
a
certain
generous
amplitude
to
the
full
,
round
curves
of
her
hips
and
shoulders
that
suggested
the
precocious
maturity
of
a
healthy
,
vigorous
animal
life
passed
under
the
hot
southern
sun
of
a
half
-
tropical
country
.
She
was
,
one
knew
at
a
glance
,
warm
-
blooded
,
full
-
blooded
,
with
an
even
,
comfortable
balance
of
temperament
.
Her
neck
was
thick
,
and
sloped
to
her
shoulders
,
with
full
,
beautiful
curves
,
and
under
her
chin
and
under
her
ears
the
flesh
was
as
white
and
smooth
as
floss
satin
,
shading
exquisitely
to
a
faint
delicate
brown
on
her
nape
at
the
roots
of
her
hair
.
Her
throat
rounded
to
meet
her
chin
and
cheek
,
with
a
soft
swell
of
the
skin
,
tinted
pale
amber
in
the
shadows
,
but
blending
by
barely
perceptible
gradations
to
the
sweet
,
warm
flush
of
her
cheek
.
This
colour
on
her
temples
was
just
touched
with
a
certain
blueness
where
the
flesh
was
thin
over
the
fine
veining
underneath
.
Her
eyes
were
light
brown
,
and
so
wide
open
that
on
the
slightest
provocation
the
full
disc
of
the
pupil
was
disclosed
;
the
lids
—
just
a
fraction
of
a
shade
darker
than
the
hue
of
her
face
—
were
edged
with
lashes
that
were
almost
black
.
While
these
lashes
were
not
long
,
they
were
thick
and
rimmed
her
eyes
with
a
fine
,
thin
line
.
Her
mouth
was
rather
large
,
the
lips
shut
tight
,
and
nothing
could
have
been
more
graceful
,
more
charming
than
the
outline
of
these
full
lips
of
hers
,
and
her
round
white
chin
,
modulating
downward
with
a
certain
delicious
roundness
to
her
neck
,
her
throat
and
the
sweet
feminine
amplitude
of
her
breast
.
The
slightest
movement
of
her
head
and
shoulders
sent
a
gentle
undulation
through
all
this
beauty
of
soft
outlines
and
smooth
surfaces
,
the
delicate
amber
shadows
deepening
or
fading
or
losing
themselves
imperceptibly
in
the
pretty
rose
-
colour
of
her
cheeks
,
or
the
dark
,
warm
-
tinted
shadow
of
her
thick
brown
hair
.
