She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. I have never been wrong about the sex of an unborn child. I didn’t understand. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. ‘Now let’s have it.
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