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Her
hair
seemed
almost
to
have
a
life
of
its
own
,
almost
Medusa
-
like
,
thick
,
glossy
and
moist
,
lying
in
heavy
,
sweet
-
smelling
masses
over
her
forehead
,
over
her
small
ears
with
their
pink
lobes
,
and
far
down
upon
her
nape
.
Deep
in
between
the
coils
and
braids
it
was
of
a
bitumen
brownness
,
but
in
the
sunlight
it
vibrated
with
a
sheen
like
tarnished
gold
.
Like
most
large
girls
,
her
movements
were
not
hurried
,
and
this
indefinite
deliberateness
of
gesture
,
this
slow
grace
,
this
certain
ease
of
attitude
,
was
a
charm
that
was
all
her
own
.
But
Hilma
’
s
greatest
charm
of
all
was
her
simplicity
—
a
simplicity
that
was
not
only
in
the
calm
regularity
of
her
face
,
with
its
statuesque
evenness
of
contour
,
its
broad
surface
of
cheek
and
forehead
and
the
masses
of
her
straight
smooth
hair
,
but
was
apparent
as
well
in
the
long
line
of
her
carriage
,
from
her
foot
to
her
waist
and
the
single
deep
swell
from
her
waist
to
her
shoulder
.
Almost
unconsciously
she
dressed
in
harmony
with
this
note
of
simplicity
,
and
on
this
occasion
wore
a
skirt
of
plain
dark
blue
calico
and
a
white
shirt
waist
crisp
from
the
laundry
.
And
yet
,
for
all
the
dignity
of
this
rigourous
simplicity
,
there
were
about
Hilma
small
contradictory
suggestions
of
feminine
daintiness
,
charming
beyond
words
.
Even
Annixter
could
not
help
noticing
that
her
feet
were
narrow
and
slender
,
and
that
the
little
steel
buckles
of
her
low
shoes
were
polished
bright
,
and
that
her
fingertips
and
nails
were
of
a
fine
rosy
pink
.
He
found
himself
wondering
how
it
was
that
a
girl
in
Hilma
’
s
position
should
be
able
to
keep
herself
so
pretty
,
so
trim
,
so
clean
and
feminine
,
but
he
reflected
that
her
work
was
chiefly
in
the
dairy
,
and
even
there
of
the
lightest
order
.
She
was
on
the
ranch
more
for
the
sake
of
being
with
her
parents
than
from
any
necessity
of
employment
.
Vaguely
he
seemed
to
understand
that
,
in
that
great
new
land
of
the
West
,
in
the
open
-
air
,
healthy
life
of
the
ranches
,
where
the
conditions
of
earning
a
livelihood
were
of
the
easiest
,
refinement
among
the
younger
women
was
easily
to
be
found
—
not
the
refinement
of
education
,
nor
culture
,
but
the
natural
,
intuitive
refinement
of
the
woman
,
not
as
yet
defiled
and
crushed
out
by
the
sordid
,
strenuous
life
-
struggle
of
over
-
populated
districts
.
It
was
the
original
,
intended
and
natural
delicacy
of
an
elemental
existence
,
close
to
nature
,
close
to
life
,
close
to
the
great
,
kindly
earth
.
As
Hilma
laid
the
table
-
spread
,
her
arms
opened
to
their
widest
reach
,
the
white
cloth
setting
a
little
glisten
of
reflected
light
underneath
the
chin
,
Annixter
stirred
in
his
place
uneasily
.
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
,
Miss
Hilma
?
”
he
remarked
,
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
.
“
Good
-
morning
.
How
do
you
do
?
”
“
Good
-
morning
,
sir
,
”
she
answered
,
looking
up
,
resting
for
a
moment
on
her
outspread
palms
.
“
I
hope
you
are
better
.
”
